I grew up above our family candy store in South Philadelphia. It was not a ‘one-man-show,’ but rather a family enterprise. But the store was open six-and-a-half days a week, and we had the same register. Your poem is so evocative. It takes me back forty years. Thanks for the ticket back in time.
June 25, 2020 @ 10:10 am
perfect description!
June 26, 2020 @ 11:54 pm
So moving!
July 20, 2023 @ 2:09 pm
I grew up above our family candy store in South Philadelphia. It was not a ‘one-man-show,’ but rather a family enterprise. But the store was open six-and-a-half days a week, and we had the same register. Your poem is so evocative. It takes me back forty years. Thanks for the ticket back in time.