I was raised in a little town where when the doors closed on the only grocery store at 6 pm on the day before Thanksgiving – that was it. If you didn’t have it in your pantry or your refrigerator, you either drove for 30 minutes to get it or you went without. In those days, 24-hour anything simply did not exist.
I can remember in my 20s thinking what a little hick town I was living in where everything was closed on the holidays and the sidewalks rolled up at 6 pm. I can remember wishing I lived in a town where there was a little more action, a little more activity, and a little more fun.