Locke is old and rickety, but that’s the what I love so much. I love the faded flag streamers hanging on porches and fences, the walls covered with rusted aluminum panels and the buildings that have leaves sprouting through the cracks — from the inside out.
It’s hard to explain Locke. It was once a thriving town with pool halls, dance halls, a gambling hall. After a fire pushed the Chinese out of nearby Walnut Grove, they were given a little land that is now Locke. It’s the first town in the United States built for the Chinese by the Chinese. Now, out of the 50 or 60 residents, there are just a few Chinese people living there.
It’s quiet now. The old buildings are leaning, paint is chipped and carve and most of the buildings are either empty or converted into vintage shops, a book store or galleries. Locke is becoming a little artist’s colony, with several artists living in or near the town and galleries all along the short Main Street.