Many of my childhood memories revolve around the tiny general store in Ovesen Heights.
It was a joy to go inside the little block building and listen to the owner, Boots Howell, and my mom swap stories.
Boots would sell you one egg, one roll of toilet paper, enough flour to finish your biscuits or a postage stamp. She was a true believer in customer service.
For 35 cents, you could get a quarter’s worth of pickle dog and a Coke.