theres the pharmacy, and the pizza parlor. theres the hotel that hasnt enjoyed tenants since god knows when. theres the spa- the lonely spigot spouting mineral water and the huge tunnel which leads the kayederossas through town.
in retrospect, i wouldn't have traded the politics of small-town social circles and the almost binding town limits which were never big enough. i now find charm in ballston spa's complete lack of any charm.