I went to my neighborhood country store this evening to get martini fixens, and a burger and curly fries -- a six mile drive each way, the closest commercial venture to my house. It is owned by a dear family friend who has a kind heart and continued to run this wonderful little store when her husband of many years died suddenly several years ago. My friend even stood up for me and my wife at our wedding. Sadly, after a decade, that marriage failed. But my endearing friendship with my wife and the store owner continues.
When I arrived this evening I noticed that the glass in the front door was plywood. Some asshats had busted into the store late last night and burgled the place.
My friend was still distraught this evening, but she was still there, doing her job. She said that she's insured, but she's lost her deductible, obviously not a small amount.
There are many people in this rural area who depend on this little store for basic needs, and during the warm months, ice cream cones with the locally made, and very yummy, Husonville ice cream. During the current hunting season the hunters go there for their needs, too.
But now Maxine and her staff have to worry about their livelihood, all because of jerks who think Thanksgiving is for taking what the want.
We see the same in the mobs at Walmarts and other shopping venues across the country. People hurt and actually shot -- indeed, we need more firearm carry rights!! -- all in the name of a bargain over a cell phone, or some sort, as has been reported here at DU.
I make no distinction between either of these people. They are all equally to be reviled and condemned!
Thanksgiving is about friends and family get-togethers. For camaraderie and love. I include DU as part of my family. I do love you all, too.
The things that have happened the last 24 hours disgust me. That it has effected me so personally is doubly dispicible.
I now wish I had gone into town today to picket at the local Walmart. At one time it was the only grocer in a town of some 10,000+ people, the three other major grocers being driven away by the dispicible Waltons. Now we have a second grocer, Meiers, another Walmart look alike -- and they are right next door to one another, like Bobsie Twins.
I prefer to shop at my little country store for my small daily needs, even though I pay a little more and I may have to settle for beans and Spam for dinner. Alternatively, I can get a decent home-cooked take-out, albeit a simple one.