In the small Nebraska town I now call home, a small grocery store anchors one end of Main Street. Once a farm-implement dealership, it has nine aisles, a dairy cooler, and a fresh meat counter. It employs nine full-time workers plus various high school students, and its limited hours frequently cause this workaholic to actually leave my office at a reasonable hour. (It closes on weekdays at 6 pm, 7 pm on Saturdays, and 2 pm on Sundays.) Although I grow a lot of my own produce — and I still have an “out-of-town” list for things like wasabi, coconut milk, and other exotic items I can’t live without — I do the majority of my shopping at my town’s grocery store.

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