Flemington is home for me... My great-great-great grandparents are buried there. It is no longer the small town centered amongst agriculture... it is all built up with McMansions in the farmer’s fields... and every one of those houses has it’s own Guatemalan to blow leaves. They all stand around at the convenience store waiting for work. It’s bad.
Hey, I remember that Flemingon too. All those farms, and the 4h fair.
And my dad driving us there to the fur factory to get my mom a mink coat for her 40th birthday back in the days where women still wanted to buy fur
Then he treated us to ice cream soda at Peachys.