Main street was a couple of blocks long, two- and three-story brick buildings filled with restaurants and quaint shops. The fudge shop, of course. One of those brewpub places, the kind with about five thousand beers, and all of them too hoppy. Only one boarded-up storefront, in contrast to many of the small towns I’d passed through on my way up. Cherries are a big crop up here, so there was a store with cherry this and cherry that, the goal apparently being to add them to every product known to mankind.