Today Was A Good Day On The Death Of The Store -- With An Asterisk

When I got there, My Father was sitting on his stool, foot without shoe propped up on the counter.

However, a couple couples came by to pick up stuff. And one of his former employees, who I guess is still an employee, was painting the outside. I guess he's spiffying up the place ... for eventual sale.

You see, My Father asked me to find the address for the milk manufacturing plant next door. He wants me to send a letter to the CEO asking -- no, begging -- him to buy The Store.

Thanks for scaring the shit out of me again, Father.