The E-Z Shop.
Riding my green Huffy banana-seat bike to the baseball field behind the Brink's house, navigating the protruding roots and scattered stones of a well-worn hill that culminated with a quick refreshing breath in front of the garage.
Keeping our batting averages and home run totals on the side of the garage.
Drinking cans of Coca-Cola and Dr. Pepper in the sun.
Byron DeHoff, Bob Scully, Butch Devins and Donny Amell.
Big Buddies. Twinkies.
Dinner at 5:15.
Ms. Muccio's homework.
The E-Z Shop.
At first, we were going to boycott the EZ shop and stay loyal to our little general store, the Lake Katrine Market, But the bright florescent lights, late night hours and bigger selection lured us in. The Lake Katrine tried to modernize and compete, but the era of wooden floors, neighborhood butchers was over.
Posted by: sue | November 24, 2008 at 01:44 PM
Good memory, Sue. I almost forgot about the Lake Katrine Market. Ed DeHoff liked to pick up milk on his way home from the post office.
Posted by: Dan | November 24, 2008 at 03:17 PM
I love reading your Lake Katrine memories because so many of them are also my memories. Good times
Posted by: | November 28, 2008 at 09:29 AM