The village of Williamsville. 5 lanes of bumper-to-bumper traffic. Noise, and exhaust fumes. Waiting to cross the street at an intersection sets one’s ears ringing and does nothing to create any sense of an idyllic, peaceful setting. Last Thursday’s walk down Main Street, at 2 PM, made me thankful it wasn’t 5 PM.
This is a village? It’s come a long way in 30 years, not necessarily for the better.