Imagine my excitement when we relocated to our present home and discovered that the local Ben Franklin/Ace Hardware was about the closest thing to my dearly departed variety stores as I would ever find! Fabrics, kitchen ware, paint products and fake fruit! I was determined to call it my own.
In a small town, a store like this becomes kinda an anchor, a shelter in the storm. Next to the library, schools and market, an hardware store of this variety is essential.
If only she knew how scared I was. Not just working after a 34 year absence, but my mortal fear of messing up or causing a problem. Or something. I just was terrified. Until she shared that with me. I believed her. After all, who could be in charge of all that loveliness not be a kindred spirit who understood how I felt?
Wouldn't my dad be tickled by this turn of events? That the places that we had our best dates and service, I am now involved in a very real way with very real people. He would love it.
And so do I.....