So many stores with no names on the rural roads we ride. Sometimes selling nightcrawlers. Some with bathrooms and some without. Gatorade - Red Bull. Maybe a power bar and we're out of there.
A lot of these stores struggle and eventually go out of business and off the queue sheet. This one was long ago given up for dead. It sits in the tiny town at the foot of the climb up the Blue Ridge. So it was with great joy that we found it reopened and ready for Sunday morning business. I don't think anyone bought any laying hens, but a cup of hot coffee and friendly conversation were definitely on the menu. Good luck and welcome back.
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