On Thursday evenings, all was right with the world
Thursday night was grocery shopping night and the best night of the week.
Right after dinner, my father and I would board our 1972 Plymouth Fury station wagon and head to the Del Farm grocery store. It was located in a small plaza one mile from our suburban home.
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