On The Crappiness of Scottsville, VA

Oh, how I want to like Scottsville, Virginia.
Many enjoyable evenings have I spent in the small town 20 minutes south of Charlottesville; having dinner, fishing in the mighty James River, or strolling down its quaint main street. There's no denying the ugly fact though; as much as I hate to say it, I must.
Scottsville totally sucks.
Indeed, it's not so much that Scottsville sucks as a stand-alone small Virginia town, because as one of those it could certainly do much worse (I'm looking at you Stanardsville...). The tragedy of Scottsville is what is once was, compared to what it is now.
There was a time, not too long ago, when Scottsville was in the midst of what people generally referred to as "the renaissance". The little sidewalks were bustling with tourists and locals and at least three interesting restaurants competed for your dollar. An energetic Yankee mayor was eager to make all that he could out of the town.
Indeed, I'll never forget the cover story in the C-ville Weekly (the crappier of our two crappy weeklies in this area) all about how Charlottesvillians were increasingly forsaking Cville for the quietude and amenities available in delightful ol' Scottsville.
How ridiculous such sentiments look now.
While Charlottesville has continued to blossom, Scottsville has withered; "Magnolia", the last good restaurant, closed in early 2006. Today's diner can choose between the Luv n' Oven (actual motto: "When a Better Chicken is Hatched, We'll Cook it!"), the Dew Drop Inn or a mediocre barbecue joint. None are very good.
This Saturday, Ms. Jamboree and I motored to Scottsville to pick up some dish soap at the IGA (it's like a food lion, but not as classy). An impromptu junk sale was in full force in the Village Shopping Center parking lot.
Sketchy carnival-barker type characters hawked everything from Nascar-themed lamps to marijuana-smoking devices to bootleg videos.
We left before we could get the dish soap, as the scene was too weird. I can't see going back anytime soon, even though we live five minutes from town limits.
Man, Scottsille totally sucks.