Like the high school (now middle school) that my dad attended:
And the creamery where he worked:
Last but not least, on my way out of town I just had to stop by the site where the flea market still takes place:
Other than the empty tables, it doesn't look all that different from the place that I fondly recall prowling around with Grandma and Grandpa Doughty over thirty years ago on the hunt for comic books and army men.
