Along the four-block long main street of Plymouth are a few businesses interspersed with empty stores and a few buildings waiting for the wrecking ball. Kind of sad. You can see the day in the not too distant past when this was the thriving heart of the town. It should be today with ample space, adjacent to the beautiful Roanoke River and flanked on each end of town by a park. The town simply has not taken advantage of wonderful resources. It is not for lack of trying by Stella who owns the little cafe - a bright spot literally and figuratively in town. Stella opened the cafe on a rainy Saturday afternoon past closing just to make a cup of coffee for one traveler, me. We had a delightful talk and I really wish her well in her Quixote-like effort to right the neglect of Plymouth.