Levinson's Story of the Small Town Doldrums

On weekends and evenings, whenever he was free, Levinson liked nothing better than to explore the streets of his town. Main street was always alive, but that wasn't the only part of town with an energy you could feel. He'd watched day after day as a stretch of woods at the west end of town was transformed into a community of stone and shingle houses on smooth streets lined with purple-leaved Norway maples. You could always find something new in this town, something you weren't expecting.