Old Timer
This may be archived/posted anywhere. Just give credit where credit is due, thanks! Old Timer By Pretzelgirl The old brass bell jangled, bringing a smile to the face of the prune faced old timer in a worn flannel shirt standing beneath. The warm tones of the bell conjured up memories of dime stores, family owned shops, and the small town America of his youth. "Nice to see you ain't got a electric chimer like most of this mall," he bellowed to the shop's proprietor. An...