Repeating History

Back in the day, he lived in town.  So did my Godfather.  They both used to shop for their alcohol from one place in particular.....it was Pearson's.  It was probably at least a year after I lived in town and was frequenting Pearson's that I realized it was his ol' stomping grounds. Since learning that, I always took some measure of pride of being a second generation customer.  I still do, it's just different now....every time I walk in I think of him, and it hurts. And I walk in frequently.