Tuesday, May 03, 2016

The Country Store


It's pure nostalgia to stroll into a country store and take in the wonderful sights and smells of America at its best. Pork rinds, honey buns and dip stacked on the shelves with auto supplies kept at the back of the shop. It reminds me of my childhood - before the ubiquitous 7-11 mini marts popped up on the outskirts of town and stole the soul of America with generic, cookie-cutter monotony. They're still out there in the hinterland if you drive far enough off the well beaten path. Go grab yourself a pork sandwich and a grape soda before they're all gone - better yet, bring them back.

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