Last week after drought that had lasted for weeks on end, a big rain fell on the General Store with wind whipping around foundations and ripping off the plastic sheeting where the back inside wall (next to the back door) had a large section removed for the expressContinue Reading
by Peter Loewer – April Fool’s Day was just a week away. Many of the permanent members of the citizenry that used the general store as their headquarters for discovering what the society of the back woods had recently come up with, were meeting at the back of the store,Continue Reading
The Curmudgeon by Peter Loewer – Winter was coming to an inelegant close having tired all but the staunchest members of the Western North Carolina area. It was evident—whether driving the Interstates or the local avenues of happiness or despair (depending on how you viewed your local place of address).Continue Reading
The Curmudgeon by Peter Loewer – To most of the customers in The General Store of 2016, it was again obvious that until the coming November anything was possible. Who could possibly guess what would happen until then, including war, pestilence, treachery, treason, famine, floods, fires, the implosion of Google,Continue Reading
The Curmudgeon by Peter Loewer – It was obvious that Christmas was coming to the old general store because Cityfella (who, with his wife, had fled Atlanta for the holidays) was helping Storekeep arrange a dozen or so six-foot-high Frasier firs that were there with an option for sale fromContinue Reading
The Curmudgeon by Peter Loewer – Everybody at The General Store was quite familiar with the Old Curmudgeon’s more fiery moods because for all the years he had used Mr. and Mrs. Storekeep as friends and social equals, the store had ranked very high on his list of places toContinue Reading
The Curmudgeon by Peter Loewer – Nobody had heard from Curmudgeon for a few months now, and while investigations into his disappearance had been made, nothing was forthcoming. Mail had piled up in the PO Box up at the corner and Ferd, the local postman, had diligently collected it andContinue Reading
Discombobulated by Peter Loewer Truth be told, the general store was a scene of havoc, unleashed. Obviously, the front windows were OK, and the results of visible havoc were confined to the back of the store where open boxes and piles of papers covered the floor boards to a depthContinue Reading
Because the general store was open every day of the week, Mr. and Mrs. Storekeep had two home addresses. by Peter Loewer One was the pleasant apartment above the store that made getting to and from work especially easy. The second allowed an occasional escape from the vicissitudes of retailContinue Reading
