November 9, 2008 Ghost Town

Berberville today was eerily silent.

Berberville is usually quiet, when compared to a community that has the constant white noise of passing cars, humming air conditioners, airplanes flying overhead, etc. But today it was just noiseless. No stray bleats from sheep. No kids playing throw-the-walnut in the street. No men chattering in the café. No women discussing their shopping in the market. Nothing.

I realized that this is what Berberville would look like if the apocalypse hit. All the buildings and dirt roads would remain; all the bodies gone.

But the story-behind-the-story was much less apocalyptic: there was a community picnic up by the lake. Everyone (and I do mean everyone) was up there. It was quite a scene. ;)