Original views on life from rural America

“I don’t need stress; I need my shopping bag. It’s almost Black Friday.”

Um, I’ve never uttered those words, much alone given day-after-Thanksgiving sales a lot of thought.

I’ve gone shopping on Black Friday a handful of times. The first time was nearly 25 years ago. The Menards sales ad listed several great deals and our family decided we needed a certain item from the circular.

What item? I don’t remember. I’m sure it was some insignificant piece of plastic made outside of the USA, but hey, the price was obviously right.

So, I did what any shopper who likes avoiding crowds does. I caved. I a...