These are things I've found on the Internet. Look upon my works ye mighty and despair.

 

Aside from the commercial aspect, the store was the place where men came to sit around the big black coal-burning stove in winter, or out front on the store porch in summer, to chew tobacco, play checkers, exchange fish stories, discuss politics, and solve the world’s most complex problems.

I grew up in the old Blair house—where my parents and baby sister still live—right behind this old store. All my life it was just a rusted dilapidated old relic. Just a corpse. Sometimes we would find a way inside and rummage through the dusty junk inside. Funny to hear someone else talk about it.

Lucas, Logan County, Arkansas