Alex Opryszko pd.

1 Autobiography as haiku I was very young the first time I went there, a shop in the back of the old shopping center. The new shops in the town square now cover the area it used to be. It had been my Grandmother who first brought me there. She would work, sorting and pricing clothes in the back, while I would examine the cramped thrift store. When she died, I started to volunteer there, continuing my Grandmother’s legacy. Even though we’re in another location, the same atmosphere still hangs around the stuffed shelves, the same peace. I smile as I look at the old sign, up on a wall, proclaiming, The Bargain Box.

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