I’m headed home for this week’s postcard feature, albeit to a distant version of home I never actually knew. Rochester might still have mounted police, but there are no cobbled streets for men in derby hats to linger on while shiny yellow streetcars clatter past.
What makes this scene so relevant to the development of Rochester’s streetcar system? And what common threads connect this week’s post with last week’s small-town interurban scene hundreds of miles away? Read more by clicking here, or on the Wednesday Postcards tab above.