Folks, here we go again. Yup, more stories about when I had that General Store. There was an older fella that came by on a regular bases. I had known him all my life. Sat in class with his son in elementary and high school. I secretly called him Mr. Twenty Questions, if a person stopped at the store he didn’t know, he would start, “what is your name, boy?” Then, “where do you live, boy? “Then, “who is your daddy, boy?” And, on and on with the questions. Yet, not really 20! However, we knew who the person was and a lot of his history, before he left. I groaned inside, wondering if that person would ever stop at my store again in the future.