A slight thaw in my Wal-Mart hatred
It started, perhaps fittingly, with one of my increasingly-infrequent-yet-not-quite-vanquished indulgences of obsessive behavior—in this case, going out in the middle of the night to get a cable that nearly doesn’t exist in the first place. Wal-Mart—the one near County Line on the north side of 72, or maybe “the Jimmy’s Wal-Mart” is a funnier name … Read more