. . . An odd thing, to come upon
an absence, to come upon a death, to come upon
what is left when everything is gone.
***From "The Death of a Small Town" by Kansas native B.H. Fairchild
I have a feeling I won't make a good old man because I'm a brooder. When something slips into past, I don't deal well with the holes left by its absence. I spend too much time thinking about how things once were. I end up with a dark gumbo of feelings of emotions that I have trouble digesting.
I then end up worrying about not being a good old man.
I'm trying to be proactive though because I want to be a good, not-so-crotchety, interesting old man that the grandkids enjoy; therefore, I promise to document the processional as it slips into the sunset. This will be the catharsis. I'll be one of the few (I know I'm not alone) with cameras and pens in hand to document how the little things were. It's all about the small details.
This week the Round Corner Pharmacy will close its doors.
They say it's the oldest continuous running pharmacy in the state of Kansas.
I guess, the plaque makes it a fact.
There was a small cheese shop in the back of the pharmacy. Of course, you could get a good grilled cheese sandwich there.
and that's the way it is,