It’s so sad, I sometimes get angry.
I walk into a rural retail business. The bell above the wooden door rings as I walk in. A head pops up from behind the glass display counter. She stands and pushes up the eyeglasses from the edge of her nose.
“G’mornin’ Can I help you?” A tired smile appears.
We talk a little bit about her store and how she got started. She was laid off a few years ago and decided to have a go at her own.
There’s plenty of street parking, she says. There has been for a few years now. Nobody comes around much anymore. Except maybe during lunch at the diner across the street. At night the tavern gets pretty busy. And the thrift store usually brings business down to “old town” on the weekends.
This is the Main Street in Ruralville, USA. And its sad.
We talk a bit about using social media and creating different forms of revenue. But she really doesn’t have time to do much else — the store keeps her pretty busy.
Nice folks here. We bid pleasantries to each other on my way out. Then I see it as I turn with a final wave .
She smiles as she sits back down . . . to attend to her crossword puzzle.















