Long ago this was a mill town. Pulp was converted into paper. Now, if you look just beyond the tidy row of Cape Cods, you'll see the hulk of New Page being hauled away.
Little Chute is reinventing itself. I'm sitting at a window at Seth's Cafe, sunning myself like a lazy cat. Laptops and iPads dot tables. Conversation burbles as the barista dollops whimsical traces of steamed milk in lattes. Slow is a virtue here, traffic is hushed, fresh scones drift from the kitchen.