Imagine a hundred years ago on a frigid winter afternoon…
You trudge through the snow. The cold freezes your breath on your wool scarf. The crystals scratch against your lips. Even your eyeballs ache. Relief is straight ahead. The Mercantile and Post Office.
Inside, an old man in dungarees and flannel stuffs corn cobs into a pot-bellied stove. A few men and a large woman cheer him on, “Just one more shovel full, Joseph!”
The woman scoots over to make room for you on the bench. You peel off your wet boots. If you’re cold enough and no one is waiting for you at home, you can stay there all day. A steady stream of your neighbors, maybe some strangers, will join you. With each one comes a new experience, a fresh story, or a continuation of one from yesterday. Wrapped in warmth, you listen and let the tales spin around you. The ice crystals are forgotten, for now.
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