By the way, the name of the little grocery store Joe Rooney ran on Hamilton between Augusta and Nora was the Locust Food Market. Joe had the most incredible robins' egg blue eyes, and he was always crabby and impatient. Had a great selection of penny candies, to which, as DogTownKid points out, I was known to help myself when Joe was back in the butcher shop. No wonder he was crabby all the time ... Still feel kind of bad about that.
Which brings me to another fond memory that nevertheless elicits some guilty feelings: The old Heath Library west across the street from St. Al's. Great building with plank floors. I really believe that there are no outstanding fines remaining there on my library card, but I nevertheless feel a sense of regret about seeming to find it eternally difficult to return my stash of books without ransoming myself out of the doghouse.
Which brings me to another fond memory that nevertheless elicits some guilty feelings: The old Heath Library west across the street from St. Al's. Great building with plank floors. I really believe that there are no outstanding fines remaining there on my library card, but I nevertheless feel a sense of regret about seeming to find it eternally difficult to return my stash of books without ransoming myself out of the doghouse.
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