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When I was about 5, we lived about a block from a corner grocery (which have sadly disappeared in this city). My mom sent me there to buy some buns, either hamburger or hot dog, and I bought the wrong one. I had to bring them back and the storekeeper yelled at me. That happened 55 years ago!

I also remember it being at the end of the earth. I went back just a few years ago, and you could see the store from our back porch.

 

 

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