Souvenir Paddles
I’d passed this place several times in the past. As a traveling factory rep, I had occasion to find myself in this part of the state, perhaps every six months, or so. This time, I had some time to kill - actually the rest of the day free - and yielded to my curiosity, pulling into the gravel parking lot spanning the front of the building. The building itself was old and made of concrete block. With windows fronting the store, it looked like it had once been a market - IGA, or whatever. The sign...
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