Most of you will remember a TV show called The Price Is Right… The closest contestant to the price wins it. In today’s world for many of us the price ain’t right. The wife took me out for coffee, you know I love my Starbucks and it also nice to get out of this wheel chair, leave the house… it kinda makes me feel like I am still in the game. We stoped at the Farmers Market while we were out and that’s when this price thing hit me. Green onions, $3 a bunch… may I qualify that by adding …a small bunch. Tomatoes 3…three count…$5. I am not going to bore you with a long list of items and cost, I will just assure you I thought I was was at a high end grocery store. The days of the farmer having a small vegetable stand on the side of the road are gone. I know change happens and one thing I really miss is that ole country store, on some less traveled road…You know the kind I am talking about. Old wood porch, three or two steps up, just high enough for an ole dog to crawl under to stay cool and dry or in some cases just die. There was always an old chair of some kind or a box or two to sit on. I wondered why they were always on the edge of the porch. After a few visits I found out why. If you were chewing tobacco you didn’t have to get up to spit. You entered  through a battered old screen door full of holes and if you weren’t careful you would trip over or run into that old Pickle Barrel. I was a city boy that loved the old way and I got me a pickle and all I can say is it sure gave a new definition to Pucker up. Now some but not all these stores had an good ole boy’s delight. A fried baloney sandwich. Yes Sir!! The real good ole stuff. A log of baloney cut to the thickness you want, on some good ole white bread and either a large thick slice of onion or a slice of red tomato. Pick you a soda out of that old chest box, put your coin in, slide it over and pull it up. You could do all that for less than $2. 

So Ponder This…some where along the way we lost our youth and those good ole days…Those coming along behind will age but will they have or take the time to make their own good ole days?

Kurt