My neighbor, frank, a transplant from the city who likes to give me unsolicited advice about liability insurance, was pulling into my drive just as she left.
« You see that, Beau? » Frank yelled, leaning out of his shiny truck. « I told you! You gotta get cameras. Or shut it down. People today? No morals. They’ll bleed you dry. »
I looked at the dust settling on the road. « Maybe, » I said.
« It’s the economy, » Frank grumbled. « Makes wolves out of sheep. Lock it up, Beau. »
I went inside. I looked at my ledger. I was in the red. Again. The logical thing to do was to close the stand. Or put a padlock on the cooler. Frank was right. You can’t run a business on good vibes and nostalgia.
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