Every couple of weeks, on a Tuesday morning, a group of local residents €“ women, mostly, converges on the downtown section of Main Street.
As traffic whizzes by a lane away, behind a row of orange cones, they work their way down the median strips, clipping dead blossoms, pulling weeds, checking baskets. They’re led by a pair of determined women €“ Alice Grovom on one end and Phyllis Osborn on the other.
They are the…