A Korean man used to run a 24-hr produce market/convenience store on my corner. For years, I’d have long conversations with him on my way home from working late about politics (he was conservative, I was liberal), his family, all kinds of things. When I ruptured my Achilles tendon, he gave my sister a big bouquet of lilacs to give to me. He worked like a dog for years, taking no vacations, and finally retired after he put his daughters through college. Today there is a cafe on the spot where the Korean store was. Kim’s Convenience makes me think of him. Those were the days when conservatives and liberals could still have great conversations and remain friendly.
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