There is a little roadside market near my parents’ house, just down the road from the now-defunct Little Store (which is across from The Ugly House, which isn’t even a house at all.) It sits on a straight stretch of 31-W that you long for when you’re stuck behind someone actually following the 55 mph speed limit.

I’m always getting passed on that straight stretch of road. Worse than a tractor.

I’ve never stopped at this store–I don’t think it was around when I lived here. But we swung in today on our way home from Chaney’s. I wanted to photograph this little slice of country life.

It’s a pretty glamorous way to buy local produce. When I was a kid, you stopped on the side of the road to buy sweet corn off the back of someone’s pickup truck. This store had a fountain inside.

I just now noticed that there was sorghum for sale. Sorry, Dad, for not picking any up.

I was surprised that there was no one there, until I saw the paper on the counter. Country life, indeed.