I had not been inside since they added automatic doors and turned the Town Food into a Food Town, preferring to drive fifteen minutes to the Shop Best where I was guaranteed to run into no one and where every aisle smelled like the meat counter. For whatever reason, the parking lot of Shop Best was strewn with straw—people tracked it onto the linoleum, strands pasting around the wheels of the shopping carts—and I’d often find it in bed when I woke up in the mornings, flattened between the … [Read more...] about So Long