Last week, there was a grand opening of a big-box shoe store the next town over, where a bankrupt book store once stood. You might expect someone with over 50 pairs of shoes, boots and sneakers to be clapping her hands and jumping up and down. Instead, I got tears in my eyes when I stood looking out to the highway at their new front door.
The store is on the same spot as the home I grew up in. The front door is dead-on with where the kitchen window use to be.