THE MYSTERIES OF LOCAL ECONOMICS: My neighborhood's sole remaining independent hardware store is an unnavigable mess of a place. That isn't so bad in itself; it's just that the mess is kept behind the counter, where only the proprietor can prowl through it. Anyone who wants anything has to wait in line to ask him for it, and then, when you get to the front, you have to deal directly with the owner. That's the worst part, because he's a crotchety old asshole. If Wal-Mart can't put him out of business, what good is it?Nonetheless, he's doing well enough that he managed this year to move to a bigger space on the other side of the street. Meanwhile our corner store, which I actually like, has now shut down. Rest in peace, Lucky's. You were just too convenient for this world.
posted by Jesse 9:53 AM
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