I sat there
in the
car with the gravel dust blowing across the
parking lot and saw the place for what it was, not what it was right at that moment
in the hot sunlight, but for what it had been maybe twelve or fifteen years before: a real general store with folks gathered around the lunch counter, a line of people at the soda fountain, little children ordering ice cream of just about every flavor you could think of, hard candy by the quarter
pound, moon pies and crackerjack and other things I hadn't thought about tasting
in years.