Early settlers had moved here in the autumn and experienced nine months of delightfully pleasant weather. Subsequently, townsfolk agreed to call the new settlement Pleasantville. Yet, several summers of extreme heat left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth along with the need for plenty of deodorant. As the story goes, early resident Sid Popp was so upset with the unexpected summer heat that he sued the town, mayor and councilmen for misrepresentation and false advertising for using the name Pleasantville. Fearing financial ruin, the town decided to change its name. Like most American towns, no one could agree on a replacement name. According to a local newspaper story at the time, suggested names included: Plankton (yes someone forgot the W), Agua Caliente (already taken), Fountain City (no fountains) and Liberty (not bad). At a town meeting, an angry fellow who still favored Pleasantville, stormed out the door screaming that if the name was changed, we’d all be stuck in the middle of nowhere with nobody to visit and nowhere to go. Yup, the name stuck.
Life is good here.
Life is good here.