Actually the one I am talking about looked more like this one:
That little store was across the street from my grandparents house. It was also up the tracks from the roundhouse where the locomotives were stored waiting for their turn to pull railroad cars where ever they had to go. This little store and the conversations of those sitting on the steps or around the stove were a learning thing for me and an experience I will never forget. Boy do I yearn for those good old days. Now, even though we all have to live in today, make sure that today is a great day for all of you, you hear?