The Butcher...

I remember my mother taking me to the butcher shop when I was little, back when butcher shops still existed.

 

I can remember the bright lights, the busy crowd waiting to be served, and the smell, which really wasn't a bad smell. It smelled very fresh. I remember the big sheets of white paper that they would wrap the meat in.

 

I am a big fan of stores doing one thing and doing it well. It's too bad the inconvenience of going to several stores has shoved everything under one big roof called a supermarket.

 

We've lost something there.