Truthfully our store makes very little money and I still have to drive a truck, we have discussed giving it up. Every time we do something happens to convince us to keep going. We serve Christmas and thanksgiving dinner for people that don’t really have much or old and their families are long gone. So I guess for better or worse we have adopted them and them us. I guess it’s not about the money at this point, it’s nice to see the folks drinking coffee “it’s on the house” sitting around the table in the morning. Even when we’re closed if someone needs something we’re always open if they call, hell we have a wooden floor that gets swabbed with motor oil every so often. It’s funny to hear the stories told for the hundredth time. I say we are a pizza/ Home Depot/ deli/ feed store/ coffee shop/ convenience/ gas station. I guess we’re a little bit of Americana long gone, we’re a defiant middle finger to the cold reality we see today I guess, at least I like to think so. It’s my wife that’s responsible for all of it, she’s a saint, I love her dearly.

Truthfully our store makes very little money and I still have to drive a truck, we have discussed giving it up. Every time we do something happens to convince us to keep going. We serve Christmas and thanksgiving dinner for people that don’t really have much or old and their families are long gone. So I guess for better or worse we have adopted them and them us. I guess it’s not about the money at this point, it’s nice to see the folks drinking coffee “it’s on the house” sitting around the table in the morning. Even when we’re closed if someone needs something we’re always open if they call, hell we have a wooden floor that gets swabbed with motor oil every so often. It’s funny to hear the stories told for the hundredth time. I say we are a pizza/ Home Depot/ deli/ feed store/ coffee shop/ convenience/ gas station. I guess we’re a little bit of Americana long gone, we’re a defiant middle finger to the cold reality we see today I guess, at least I like to think so.