W hen he had his “swap shop” on Main Street, I’d go in looking for something, say 1950s vintage, for background in my writing area. He’d quickly direct me to the right sector. I’d wander around a bit and call him over for a question and we’d get into relating a certain piece back to things that happened in our youth.
Not every Sunday, but most of them, we’d wander through these great stories about years gone by. Not every time would I find my prize, but every single time I would return home with these great memories of the past. How great it is to “remember where you came from.”
Thanks Jim and God bless.