|The green door|
Traveling the back roads I ran across
this old store. Remember when
people would use the neighborhood
store instead of the big box stores?
Here you could find a little bit of
everything. Local produce, fresh meat
from local farms, nails, shovels, ice
cream, you name it they had it.
I remembering visiting my grandmother.
She would often send me off to get
something or another she needed.
I was allowed to get a fresh ice cold
Coca Cola in a bottle and a pack
of salty peanuts to put in my coke.
That was the best thing I have ever
tasted. What memories this old
place brought back to me. I wonder
how many memories those old green