Bad Beef

I remember a time when street corner grocery stores existed. These were those awesome “mom and pop” places that were run by generations of a family. It was a small store stuffed with items on shelves down two aisles, and it was the place where you would do the majority of your weekly grocery shopping. The one I remember growing up with was just about a block away, and was run by our next-door neighbours: Calmareski’s. We were so close to them, they were like family to us (later, they literally became family when their youngest daughter married my mother’s cousin’s son).

(I’ll wait till you wrap your brain around that…)

But I digress. More

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