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greendalek303Was down in Arlington, MA this weekend enjoying a lovely (and long-overdue) reunion; Saturday night after dinner, we did a bit of late-night grocery shopping at Whole Foods on Mass. Ave., right across from the old stone Baptist church. My mother almost certainly remembers this particular store: my ever-fuzzier childhood memory identifies it as First National ("Finast"); later Johnnie’s Foodmaster (and then just plain old Foodmaster), where most of the weekly grocery shopping was done for the household. Of course the interior of the grocery store is entirely different, but the exterior and the parking lot could still pass for the mid-1970’s.
I vividly remember one incident –I’m guessing I was maybe three, or four-- in which I became so enamoured of the store's amazing new motion-sensitive automatic sliding doors that I passed the time by darting in and out of the building –blithely into passing traffic. To my mother's credit, she quickly deduced how I was amusing myself (presumably while the week's groceries were being rung up) and swiftly intervened, administering a well-deserved clout.
Just for the record, at no time this weekend was I inclined to dart out of the store into oncoming traffic. Clearly I learned my lesson that day, so: thanks Mom!
I vividly remember one incident –I’m guessing I was maybe three, or four-- in which I became so enamoured of the store's amazing new motion-sensitive automatic sliding doors that I passed the time by darting in and out of the building –blithely into passing traffic. To my mother's credit, she quickly deduced how I was amusing myself (presumably while the week's groceries were being rung up) and swiftly intervened, administering a well-deserved clout.
Just for the record, at no time this weekend was I inclined to dart out of the store into oncoming traffic. Clearly I learned my lesson that day, so: thanks Mom!
