“Cheap Cigarettes” – words you’d expect in the window of a gas station, but in the foyer of a library? $1.50 a pack for Seneca cigarettes it said. He had examples to show me it said. Wish I’d taken a picture of that sign for you all to see….
Craving chocolate, I stopped by the local drug store. No luck in the front of the store, so I wandered to the back where I found I could buy a hot dog at the snack bar. A couple of people occupied the stools in front of the counter. A quick glance at the menu overhead told me they weren’t selling chocolate. That, combined with the “you’re-not-from-around-here” looks the counter staff gave me caused me to move toward the pharmacy. Bingo.
Oh, but if it were only that easy. Time moves differently down here. So I patiently waited as the woman in front of me was helped – not just with her prescription, but then to a nearby bench because she’d been standing on her bad leg too long. “And can you get me a bigger bag so I can put all my stuff in it?” she asked the pharmacist, who eagerly attended to her every need. My father would have made some under-his-breath comment at this point, but I have a little of my mother’s patience in me as well, so I didn’t mind waiting – all the more time to decide between a Milky Way and Peanut M&M’s. I chose the latter – priced at seventy-three cents. Seventy-eight with tax. I can’t remember the last time I’ve gotten a candy bar for less than a dollar. But even more peculiar was this: other candy bars were seventy or seventy-seven cents. I can only imagine the guy that pores over the books for this place.
Adelaide and I then headed back to the Folk School. For those of you that don’t know, she conked out the day after I got here. With a jump, she could get going, but then lose all her power after an overnight in the parking lot. She’s back to working now. But there’s a big hole where my radio used to be. But that’s a story for another day. The important thing is that today, I got a much-needed top-down drive into town.
In other news, I’m taking a spinning class this weekend. When I told this to my youngest sister last night, I felt the need to qualify that statement: Spinning as in wool, not bikes. For those of you that still have no idea, go back to your childhood fairy tale books and re-read Sleeping Beauty. Pay careful attention to the part where she pricks her finger…
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Loved your post today…were you in Murphy or somewhere much more remote? Glad to hear that Adelaide is doing better but…a hole where the radio once sat…yuk!
Hope your spinning class is going well, our daughter & son-in-law did the “other type” yesterday for the first time…not as comfortable on the seat as you’re having at the folk school!
It was indeed Murphy:)
And my spinning won’t get my heart-rate up quite like your daughter’s, and I would think it’d be a lot more fun!
Welcome to our laid back way of life, Rebecca. I’m glad Adelaide is running again. You looked really cute riding on campus with the top down this morning.
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