Five-And-Dime Store

Five-and-Dime Store by Odin Roark Maybe I remember ‘cause… Everyday was a holiday At Woolworth’s Five-and-Dime store. Colored things were floor-to-ceiling, Holding fast the lingering scents of popcorn, American grilled cheese sandwiches, Salt Water Taffy and fudge squares, Clashing with parakeet and hamster living. They were in the back where the little kids’ zoo was. Maybe ‘cause… Life-size cardboard Hopalong Cassidy And Gene Autry cutouts hung from fishing lines, Wrapped round roof nails. Five and Dime treasures dangling over Kid literature my dad called them Five cent comic books right next to Licorice and malt-ball canisters. And just up the aisle, Grandma’s favorite counter Where she’d always buy her special envelopes-- Light blue par avion with printed airplanes. I’d lift my chin up to the edge, Stare at those airplanes And dream. Wow, how I dreamed. Maybe I was collectin’ make believe for when… Oh, how Mom and Dad, Grandpa and Grandma Loved to drive the Model A into town, Saunter up to the Five and Dime counter, Order a turkey dinner, Or liver and onions, And then stare so long… So long they’d stare into Their empty coffee cups, While I slurped my root beer. I could make a root beer last forever You know? Mama bought a lampshade once, The crimped accordion-kind, Along with those lacy see-through curtains. “Par-cale” I think she called them. Never did understand their purpose. What good’s a curtain you can see through? And home, When they were hung, They’d lift and float straight out When the windows were open. Our cows and chickens would chorus up Join me to laugh and the dancing curtains. See-through-lift-up curtains. Made no sense. Maybe… Maybe that’s how they all Wanted to be remembered Mama, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa. I don’t know. Now I sit in my new Lexus Gaze across the street Where the twenty-story Glass and steel office building. Erected where the old Five and Dime Held so many good times. Maybe I drove here ‘cause… I needed to finger some nickels and dimes In the pant pocket of my Armani suit Gaze and remember the sweet smells and jelly bean colors. When gettin’ happy and stayin’ happy was so easy. Back then.