Shall deter a beer run. We thought there was a break in the rain, and just returned from our 1.5 mile journey to our little convenience store, who have faithfully stocked MLB’s obscure brand of cigarettes, and our favorite Original Coors for years now.

We arrived back, dampish. The flood watches and warnings are being withdrawn as the storm churns past.

In keeping with this post’s title, we had a huge (24 inch or so) snowstorm a few years ago. After MLB and I got our cars scooped out, our streets still hadn’t been plowed. So I volunteered to walk to the store in search of some malt beverages. The walk wasn’t that bad; the store owner, surprised to see me, started the following dialog:

He: What do you need?
Me: A twelver of Coors.
He: How did you get here?
Me: I walked.
He: I’ll drive you back home.
Me: Make it a case, then.

Service and customer care like that is rare. And we’re loyal customers.

-k-