We parked on the Cotton Block and started a leisurely walk up the street. My grandson was intrigued by the architectural details of the old buildings and asked his usual 101 question, most of which we were unable to answer. (Perhaps a trip to the Rome Area History Museum might be in order on another day.)
We stopped at the Mellow Mushroom for a slice of pizza and continued our stroll up the street to Schroder’s, where we listened to a few tunes by local singer/song writers. Along the way we encountered families eating together, young folks standing on the corners talking and one or two local political hopefuls chatting up votes.
And yes, we saw a few patrons drinking an alcoholic beverage but they were way outnumbered by the sweet-tea drinkers. Everyone, regardless of their beverage of choice, was well mannered and courteous. No disorderly or offensive behavior in sight. I doubt my granddaughter ever noticed whether the couples sitting at the table next to us were drinking a glass of wine or a glass of water. She was too busy talking, texting, and regaling us with tales of her new found “love” for the beautiful, big cat sitting in the Paradise book store window.
Our children will grow up one day and go out into the big wide world where we can’t control every aspect of their environment. They will be exposed to many sights and lifestyles, some good and some bad. They will have choices to make. Whether they make a responsible choice or not will be based on the values taught at home and not what they did or didn’t see on Broad Street.
For my husband and me, we will return to Broad Street with and without our grandchildren. Our next trip will probably be to La Maries to show my grandson there really is a bank vault in the restaurant.
For my granddaughter, she will definitely be visiting again now that she knows “What Up!” with Broad Street. However, she does have one minor suggestion to improve the experience.... Paula’s really, really needs to stay open longer.