It has experienced a few not-exactly restorations since that time. Its primary acclaim today is in its being the apparent subject of an epic pioneer American ballad by William Carlos Williams, who lived in adjacent Rutherford. “[A]nd so to man/to Paterson,” Williams wrote in the Preface to that work, underlining an aspiration that was conceivably pantheistic.
The Paterson occupied by Paterson is not a demolish but rather it is a to a great extent calm, infrequently spooky appearing place. Paterson the man (whose first name is not given, or is maybe nonexistent) is a kindred of schedule. Generally he gets up at the same early hour each morning, summoned by what his significant other Laura calls his “quiet alert watch,” a Casio of retro plan.