I'm always intrigued by the slightly obscure stories that either bring something new to my attention, or tell me the tell me the tale of how some event, tradition, or institution became irrelevant almost without my knowledge.
Ben Terris's report on Dixville Notch, New Hampshire, the tiny village that for many elections gained a split-second of fame by being the first locality to vote in a Presidential election, is definitely in the latter category. For, it seems, poor Dixville Notch no longer really exists - its population has dwindled, apparently, to only two residents (down from a couple of dozen) because the local employer (an inn) closed in 2011.
It makes for fun reading, and may even have the key ingredients for a "major motion picture": A story of triumph in its salad days; glamour (major politicos coming and going); a sad decline; a lone actor determined to reverse the downfall against overwhelming odds; intrigue (a scheming challenger in the form of another New Hampshire village seeking to edge in a claim the prize of being "first").
But more realistically, nostalgic. To my mind we can really only be nostalgic about things in the past that aren't coming back. And even though Dixville has missed the limelight in only one Presidential election (2012) (did anyone miss it that year?), it's hard to imagine it making a comeback.