Conversations from the old black bench

     My parents, uncle and aunt owned a grocery store for almost 50 years.  Inside the front door to the left, set an old black bench, where customers (mainly friends) would sit for a spell and drink a soda (coke) and visit.  Many of the worlds problems were discussed and solved from those sitting on that old black  bench.  
      One of my favorite memories was an old friend by the name of Doc Sharp.  He was a kind gentleman, raised in the country, who always had a story or 2.   He was very respectful, especially when talking about his mamma. He always (how I remember him) wore overalls and an old wide brim straw hat.  The one thing you could count on was he would come for a visit, drink a pop and always have a kind word.
We need more Docs' in the world.... I miss him.

I plan to share more stories from my family's grocery store life.  Hope you enjoy them.