A NOVEL OF TRAVEL BACK IN TIME
I took my time on the walk to town.
The day was warming up, and the trees were just starting to turn colorful for the fall. The bees were a-buzzing. The birds were chirping. Butterflies were flittering everywhere. I hadn’t felt this good in a long time.
The country dirt road led upward from the Potomac to higher ground and turned north. I followed it to town with the idea of getting me a proper hat to replace that godforsaken thing I had been wearing.
I reached town in about 30 minutes. As I said, I took my time and enjoyed the day.
The road I was traversing had contained residential homes the closer to town I got, but as I continued north, the residential area stopped. There were shops on both sides of the main street with wooden sidewalks on the left side of the road, which I took for German Street.
I saw the bank on the right side of the street, but I didn’t stop. I crossed the street to the left side and began to look in the windows of the shops; hoping one of them had some decent hats for sale.
The street sloped upward for about 3 blocks to an intersection I could see in the distance. Men and women were walking up and down the street. There were a few men on horses, kicking up dust from the dirt street, as well as a few carriages with men and women occupants.
I nodded at a few people on the sidewalk and got a few odd looks, probably because I didn’t have a hat. On my search on the second block, I saw some hats and work clothes in a hardware shop and entered for a better look.
There was a young clerk behind the counter who ignored me for awhile as I milled around, looking at the clothes and hats.
I pulled out some black wool trousers and a black coat from a pile on one of the shelves. I put the trousers up next to my waist to see if they possibly fit. They didn’t drag the floor, so that was good. The coat fit me like a glove. I also found a blue checkered shirt and held it up to my shoulders. It was a little big, but I didn’t know if it would shrink with washing, so I kept it. Next, I found a wide brim black wool hat like the ones we used to get for Civil War reenacting.
This reminded me: What was happening down in Richmond?