a story of mystery and humor.
Everyday for three years me and my friends looked at that wall,'Half brass wall' we called it, this was due to the brass statue of a man.We never knew how, when or even why he was there,but even so we all felt wrenching disappointmentwhen we awoke one day to see the ma was gone.It was Tuesday.........I think.........no wait..............sorry it was Thursday morning ."mo, get out of that bed now,morning passed an hour ago!" o.k not morning then.I looked and searched for any sign of vandalism but no not a thing. It was as if he decided one day to just up and walk out of the wall.That was the day our little town became the biggest center for the weird and wonderful.