Anderson's Shop-Rite

Dear Ian:
Mentioned this place yesterday. Melba, Bud and their son Scott ran the place. You can ask your mom about it, I am sure, as always, her memory is better than mine.

Big yellow, cinder-block building. Anderson's Shop-Rite painted in brown on the side. No frills for sure, but I loved that place.

And you could buy things on credit.

"Bud, give me a pound of hamburger, five of your best pork chops, and a pint of chicken livers. Put it on my tab."

Try that at Wal-Mart. Ugh!

Oh, and yes, chicken livers. Don't ask me. Your Baba and your great(?)Baba, loved those things. Even uncle Jim got in on that. Breaded, fried, and dipped in ketchup. Supposedly ketchup makes everything better. Can't tell by me. I couldn't even get past the smell.

Your mom kept in touch with the Andersons for a long time. Even after she moved to Michigan. I didn't. Never been real good at that. Your mom is a "people person."

Me? When you are 18, we will talk about "Notes From the Underground." Maybe sooner, but it's pretty bleak. Most of the Russians are.

But, again, that's for another time.