We were told that the town was founded in 1909 by a family of postmasters (I forgot the name--should've written it down. . . .  :( )--who didn't want the town named after them, and were avid lovers of music.  We also learned that it got _quite_ cold in wintertime--for somewhere no quite so far north as Fairbanks, _and_ that the ticks--yes, TICKS--were SOO bad, there, that they could overcome--and KILL--a fully-grown, healthy moose-dude.  (Yup, they have moose there, 'n stuff.)

   Here is the local credit union.  They gave us each a pen (no picture).

   All the street names in town were named after famous musicains.  I think I remember Brahams, and . . . I can't remember.  (The pictures didn't come out well enough to show this.  :( ) Here is one such street sign, to the east:

   . . . Central (you can see the truck, partially loaded)

    . . . And to the west:

   The people there were tickled pink, at the attention their town was getting--all 15 of them, or so.  And when they heard that I was going to put up a web page for them, they _gave_ me this pin:

'Twas a really cool place--and you aren't going to find people more friendly anywhere outside of the United Kingdom--[at] least in my experience.  -Could go to places a _LOT_ worse (like Jersey! :) ).  Mozart rules! :)

On to more picture of the trip back, 'n stuff.