I remember the old fed store/grain elevator we used to have. The wood planked floor that had a resounding thunk when you walked across it, the smell of molasses soaked feed in the bags, horse tack in one corner, and farming tools like shovels,hoes, rakes etc in another corner.

Maybe a water tank full of chicks under a heat lamp during certain times of the year.

The counter that had a pane of glass on it with about a hundred business cards laid out underneath it.

A large chalk board on the wall behind it with various prices scrawled on it and surrounded by humorous cards and signs.

And inevitably, an old fart behind it to run the cash register and yell out orders to the younger guys working there to go fetch a bag of this or that for the customer.


I could wish a lot of things on my worst enemy but neuropathy ain't one of them.