Before Walmart swallowed up everything in a 30-mile radius, you had the dime store.
Not that you called it that. You just said you were “going to town.”
Mom needed thread. Dad needed something he
couldn’t quite describe. You needed a couple dollars and about an hour to
wander.
Every Iowa kid knew the layout without
thinking. Toys somewhere near the front. School supplies off to the side. Candy
close enough to beg for. And if you were lucky… a lunch counter in the back.
You didn’t run in and out. You drifted.
Picked things up. Put them back. Checked your money again like it might’ve
magically increased.
These weren’t big stores. That’s why they
worked.
