English: Grave of . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Started out for the big supermarket eight blocks away. Noon. Very hot. The streets were nearly empty. It was a holiday. He came out and stood against the door frame. A baby boomer like me. I crossed the street.
“Alex.”
“Guy.”
“Any green peppers?”
“Sure.”
I bought two green peppers, one onion and three sodas.
“Business pretty slow, huh?”
“What can you do?”
I was glad that before I left another customer came in.
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Grocery Store Green Bell Peppers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This series is dedicated to Andy Warhol who grew up in Pittsburgh a few blocks from my apartment. Guy Hogan
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