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From the Desk of Pastor Bert
Ella scurried past toward the kitchen, and asked if he wanted the usual. He nodded.
“Most folks don’t know it, but Miss Harriet who has that painted old furniture and stuff store in where Dave’s used to be bought the whole building awhile back. When she started she was my biggest customer until she got big enough that she could by her paint and painting supplies cheaper than I could.”
“And other things are that way too. That big home improvement store is open until 10 at night and on Sundays when most folks shop. Their nails and screws, hinges and lightbulbs sell for sometimes less than I can by them. Truth is, I’ve been buying a few things there just to keep some stuff on the shelves.”
Ella slid his pancakes in front of him and topped off his coffee. As he picked up his fork he continued. “Times are just changing. I haven’t fixed a screen or cut glass for anyone in a good while. People just seem to be so busy with life, and with being able to find all they need online, and buying new with two day delivery, they just don’t really need the hardware store anymore.
He took a few bites of his plate-sized flap-jacks, syrup almost dripping off the plate, then looked right at me, “I’m hearing that the same thing is kinda happening to a lot of small churches round-abouts.”
I finished my coffee, stood up to leave, and put my hand on his shoulder.
“Ya, Hank, that’s just about right . . . that’s just about right . . . ”
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I spent a bit of time at the counter of Tattler’s diner the other morning, drinking coffee and just eavesdropping on the conversations. You know, picking up the gossip – oops – I mean the latest news. As Ella topped off my coffee for about the third time, Hank sat down beside me. Ella slid a cup over and poured a cup for Hank.
“I heard talk that you are closing the hardware store at the end of the year, is that true?” she poured just enough to leave room for milk and sugar.
“You heard right,” Hank replied as he stirred his sweet, creamy concoction. “It’s time.”
“Ya need to tell me more about that when it’s not so busy,” she said, continuing down the counter and out to the tables topping off cups.
I couldn’t wait for Ella to return to hear more. “What’s up, Hank?”
“Well Reverend . . .”
(Now generally, nobody calls me “Reverend” unless it is going to be followed by something a bit serious, so I prepared myself to listen.)
“It’s just time to retire. I’ve done alright. I can retire with few worries and lots of friends.”
He takes a few sips of coffee, and before I can comment he continues . . .
“You remember ol’ Dave’s TV and Radio that was next to the store? And how his business became strictly repair when TV wasn’t new anymore. Then it seemed everywhere started selling TVs, and then they became so inexpensive and always changing that folks just got new ones on sale at the big stores and didn’t even need repair anymore?” He finally took a breath. “Well, that same is true for the hardware store.”