Once upon a time there was a railroad depot in downtown Southbridge.
When the railroad no longer came to town somebody said, “That would make a nice central location for our senior citizens to get together.” And so it was. And during the days people got together in the main room and shared their stories. And in another room the men would get together around the pool table for a friendly game.
Time went on and the town lost its RMV office and then it got it back again. But it had no place to put it. Somebody said, we can move the senior citizens to the armor…I mean community center. Then we can put the RMV in the old senior center and everyone will be happy.
And so it was. And the people got together to share their stories. But the men no longer gathered around the pool table for a friendly game. The table merely sat in a backroom gathering dust, or so it was said.
Then along came a vice chair and it saw the table. And the vice chair said, I like that table. And so she bought the table for her own. And shortly afterward she told all the people not to overlook the bargains they could find doing their holiday shopping in their own hometown.
You might even find a wonderful pool table that nobody is using anymore for whatever reason.