And then, as the catfood container was empty and the cats appealed for sympathy - it apparently is too warm to go mousing - I hauled myself to downtown Goodville and our local mini-grocery.
While I was filling our needs from the shelves in blessed coolness, a man entered, clad in working habiliments. He selected canning lids, sugar, and spices.
The checkout clerk greeted him with, "Ach, so it gifs pickles!"
"Yah," he responded.
This is my heritage. For better or bitter, I am "home" here.
(And I've got cucumbers of my own, waiting to be pickled!)
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