Grocery Stores

 When I was a teen, I worked in my uncle Russel's grocery store called the H and S. I never did know what that stood for.

Uncle Russel had only two cash registers and I was at one of them. This was before machines charged the price, so I had to ring up every item manually. Russel has a Black man named Gene who cleaned up. He could also find mysteriously unwrapped ice cream bars we would share. I really liked Gene.

I go to Big Y and Bern goes to Stop and Shop. Today I went to Stop and Shop because they have 5 pound bags of ice and Big Y doesn't and we needed ice.

Stop and Shop is so huge it makes me nervous. Oh, Big Y is big--not stop and shop big.

Last week I went to the Stop and Shop in Litchfield on my way back from Bible Study. It made the Stop and Shop in Cheshire look like a Big Y!

But I did get Polar Ginger Ale, hard to find in Cheshire.

Grocery Shopping is both a burden and a joy.

I don't know which is most true.

But Big Y is more a joy than Stop and Shop. 

That I know....