The tires on the trailer were even balder than those on the truck. The Cardinals were five games behind the Dodgers with three weeks to go, and the season looked hopeless.
A genuine Mexican walked in, alone and timid, as they all seemed to be at first. Pappy opened the door just wide enough to stick his head in.
Last year, in the middle of the first picking on our place, the Fulbrights from Calico Rock disappeared one Sunday night and went to work for a farmer ten miles away. I waited on the sidewalk until my grandfather nodded in the direction of the store. And they had to accept or reject our price.
I signed the charge slip with great flair, and Pearl inspected my penmanship. Every store, shop, business, church, even the school, faced Main Street, and on Saturdays the traffic inched along, bumper to bumper, as the country folks flocked to town for their weekly shopping.
Coming from the west was a truck with a trailer behind it.