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My husband and I recently were talking about "life before Walmart." I know, not really an interesting topic, but it took us on the road of "Do you remember..." which is always full of fun.
Saturday, we went to a little restaurant for breakfast that happens to be in the building of a neighborhood grocery store when we were growing up. This poem-ish piece is a result of our thoughts, our memories, and our laughter about when life was so much simpler.
Do you remember
when our neighborhoods
were dotted with
little grocery stores
and our moms would
send us to buy a loaf of bread
or a gallon of milk?
Do you remember
when we would go in
and walk the candy section
deciding what to buy
with the coins we found
in the couch cushions
or the money we received
for returning soda bottles?
Do you remember
walking back to the deli
and buying the best-tasting
bologna and American cheese ever?
Do you remember
reaching down into
the ice chest for a
cold drink after
passing the newspapers?
Do you remember
the time before Walmart
when life seemed
so much simpler?