From Mending Soles to Mending Souls Historic Main Street, Tazewell — Imagine a time before the rumble of engines defined our mornings. Picture Main Street in Tazewell not as a thoroughfare for sedans and trucks, but as a lively artery of pedestrians, horses, and the electric hum of the streetcar. In this world, your boots weren’t just an accessory; they were your primary vehicle. They were the tires on your chassis, the only thing separating you from the dust and mud of a developing mountain town. At 113 Fincastle Turnpike, inside a modest frame building that smelled of...