tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814485956318896486.post2621314708475418253..comments2023-06-18T05:28:43.353-04:00Comments on G I S M e m o r i e s: Variety PackEdwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950264324560646790noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814485956318896486.post-65836994855275190752008-07-17T21:09:00.000-04:002008-07-17T21:09:00.000-04:00You've also told several stories involving grocery...You've also told several stories involving grocery shopping as an adult... I think that's really something to explore. <BR/><BR/>My only memory of a grocery store as a child was that it helped me learn my left from my right... standing at the end of the aisle and an adult (either my Mother or paternal Grandfather) telling me which one was left, which one was right. :)<BR/><BR/>J.Jaimehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09682935597988002650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814485956318896486.post-81133185249585331392008-05-21T13:56:00.000-04:002008-05-21T13:56:00.000-04:00Hi, Edward. Thanks for your comment on my blog. I ...Hi, Edward. Thanks for your comment on my blog. I had a childhood A&P as well--in New Rochelle, NY. It was right in my neighborhood but we never shopped there--so I only remember the outside, and the whole run-down shopping center it was a part of: what seemed like an ocean of cars glinting in the sun, gum pressed into the asphalt, teenage girls smoking on the sidewalk out front.Deb Abramsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07002564523857818686noreply@blogger.com