With Grandmom Bobber, going shopping at Meijers in Corunna MI. So French industrial.

Oddly enough, my sister-in-law progresses through the aisles, taking her mother shopping. I met a young man carrying a thick stick, a tennis ball on its business end, rubbing the green fuzzy ball on floor scuffs. Floor shines well in the lights, gleaming and scuff free. My brother is well known here, and after a severe heart condition qualified him for disability, came off disability to keep shelves stocked. He's worked here long enough to shake the hand of several Meijer's family members at a service acknowledgement banquet. So has his wife. He's missing the race at Michigan International Speedway today because his supervisor forgot to book his bereavement pay. He's two miles away, watching race on television, drinking cheaper beer.