My friend Garden Jim called me up this afternoon to ask if I
could take him to the grocery store. His
paycheck came a day late (but not, thankfully, a dollar short) and his normal
ride couldn’t take him today. I said
that I could and, because I take it just about everywhere, I grabbed my camera.
We talked as we walked through the aisles of the store – or rather, Jim talked and I nodded along. That’s pretty much how conversations with Jim tend to go. I don’t mind. He’s good guy.
I went to the grocery store and came back with photographs (and a gallon of milk.)
We talked as we walked through the aisles of the store – or rather, Jim talked and I nodded along. That’s pretty much how conversations with Jim tend to go. I don’t mind. He’s good guy.
I went to the grocery store and came back with photographs (and a gallon of milk.)
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