Passing through downtown plaza of Brownfield, time rewound and pushed play to show us a scene from 1950’s rural Texas. Structures were old and browned by the sun. A chipped, wind-seared sign demarcated the City Typewriter Store, and dangling beneath it was a smaller, cleaner sign advertising Computer Parts and Service.
The old drives in the town center were paved with bricks, and when we continued west towards New Mexico, an odd quiet surrounded us. I realized after that sudden silence that we were now on fresh-paved highway instead of the clicking, cobbly Main Street.
The typewriting times had ceased.
“Please Return!” a sign pleaded in the town’s final whispering block.