Niagara Gazette — Roadside honor boxes speak much about entrepreneurial America, now an endangered species. As we pondered solutions while uploading three hostas another woman drove up.
“Awwww,” she wailed, “Are all the hostas gone? I saw them before and decided to stop on the way home, and now they’re all gone.” Doug sprang into action: “Wanna buy one?” Between us we had enough green and that made everybody happy, including our absent hosta hosts.
As we all remarked on our good fortune, strangers satisfying mutual needs far from home, she said, “I hardly ever get out this way,” adding, “I’m from Grand Island.”
So now we had driven 100 miles to enter the hosta business with a woman from around the corner. We paused, then, for popcorn at Bye’s near Olcott and crossed the South Bridge precisely at sunset, a pretty good day, including the pause at the hostas by the side of the road.
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