Store No More
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It was going to be such a memorable outing.
A field trip to provide the background for this column. For nights, I spent hours lying awake, planning, wording, picturing photos and such, in hopes of really giving y’all the laugh of a lifetime. But at noon on Saturday, after driving almost to Monroe for the lunch of my restless nights’ dreams, with my new imaginary friend Jenny Craig, I discovered – The Store is no more!
Oh, the sign on the side of the building said The Store. As did the front door. But I had a bit of suspicion when the gasoline marquee no longer posted in big black letters: “WE REFOLD MAPS.” The grass was cut in the packing lot. And things seemed a bit tidier. But still, my hope of introducing Jenny Craig to a bit of local color, Jawja style, was suddenly gone with the wind.
Here was the plan: After a month of teaming up with Jenny to lose the weight I’ve put on in the last 10 years, I figured it was about time I showed her just what type of temptations I’ve had living here in the deep South which led to the weight gain in the first place.
Source: Patch.com