“O Mercy! O Misery! Where have thou left me now, my forgotten land? Where supple yesterday, where have you gone and cast me now? Where is that honeyed land of my youth? The humble town of my dewy childhood, the general store, the sun-dappled porch, the livery, the well worn cask and demijohn.” This is not a quote from anything, but imagine a frail old man with a bit of a rural accent saying it on his deathbed. And then picture this: he’s dying in a grimy metropolitan hospital. And one more thing: no loved ones there, just anonymous nurses. Pretty poignant stuff, no? And this old man that we made up, who speaks a little like a two-bit Walt Whitman, he does bring up a good point. Whatever happened to good old small town America? We call the quaint outpost of Ligonier, Pennsylvania, and check in on its lovable cast of residents. Listen to Episode 105