Almost every small community used to have a vibrant downtown. Some places probably still have horse-hitching ordinances on the books that say where your ride can be tethered.
When I was a kid, Ruston was a dry town for alcohol sales. There were none. But if you lived here, you knew there was enough booze in people’s pantries to pickle every liver in Lincoln Parish.
Please, let’s not talk about alcohol for just a few minutes, OK? Set aside that Ruston voters go to the polls Saturday to decide how much booze they want in their city.