I Don't Know How To Describe

Dearest Relations,

I had a surreal experience while at the super market just a spell ago. At the Winn Dixie over across from this mixed race reservation. I walked there today, walked instead of sleeping and went with just so many dollars in my pocket. I wanted to get as much for the twenty five in my pocket...

...I didn't expect an emotional response from shopping there a couple of hours ago. All I know, is I broke out in a sweat and had to find an isle that was not inhabited by another. I cryed as if I was watching "An Affair To Remember". The dam burst and it had to happen at the Winn Dixie, The Beef People Super Market. I miss shopping where shopping is a pleasure, but that super market is to damned far to walk. Must be about fifteen country miles from our House of 7 Windows. Winn Dixie, provides me an avenue with which to escape for an hour or so. Shop, look about, flirt about and what not. All of which, I did do, but damn Honey's, my heart busted at the market.

I mean, how on all of Mother Earth, am I asked to purchase one pound of beef wienie's for six-hot-damned-dollars. Oh, no. I left them and their kosher wienie's at the store. But I did do some squeezing the booger out of that damned Jefferson nickel! I think this is what hit me square in the heart...

...it seems like it was just yesterday that I had to sell off some stock to help out and make ends meet. Did so with gladness. Wasn't it just a week or so ago we exhausted our savings at the bank. I don't know how to describe...

...have taken my coins to the coin-star and traded in old Savings Bonds, for the cash my wife and I need today. It fells like it was just last month we had to hit our IRA. I know Babe. I know.

I swear this feels like it did back when we were married for three or four years, a little baby angel or two and we were struggling, but this really is not supposed to be like this at our age of fifty something...

...crying at the Winn Dixie.

God Bless America! God Bless me an my Brenda!