Here's a couple of stories from around the store. Picture you might like @trentonleetiemeyer, and stories you might help me write @pirate1968. Speaking of dreams, @audiophi1e, this is where I live. "A dream to some...a nightmare to others", Merlin.
Julia's house is just behind our store. An older Native American woman who used to buy cigarettes from us every other day or so until just a few years ago. She still gets cigarettes smuggled to her by her son at the home she's now in. Her family has the house for sale but there's no phone number on the sign. I think that's on purpose. I wouldn't mind buying it with my son, but I have an instinct to wait. I didn't sell my Mom's house until after she died. I guess I have weird ideas about what respect is or isn't.
The garage isn't there anymore and Leo is somewhere else also. It was always a delight to look out the window and see him doing yoga in the street across from the store. People just drove around. He occasionally lived with our neighbor Rose and when he didn't, he lived in that garage next to her house. He had a page with yoga positions on it that he would thumbtack on the door of the garage, look at it, and then try to do it on the blanket.
It was a wonderful time.