In the town's center stood the single fire station which blew a blast of a horn that we could hear anywhere when something caught fire. Once while visiting friends who lived on the fire station street, I played on the sidewalk beneath the rock .... We climbed through the snow into the branches where birds perched watching us and scattered at our approach. We discovered our bird feeders, a little bent but not broken. We hung them again, one on a branch of the fallen tree. ...