A January night. Temperature is 17 degrees. Fat, feather-like snowflakes begin to fall. The town folk retreat into their warm homes. Me, the foreigner to this town, I am looking for disposable plates, forks, spoons, napkins to eat bar take out food and an ice scraper to clean the car. I look down main street as I drive gingerly and only one corner is lit up like a Christmas tree. Sunny’s. Which, by the way, was cashiered by the 2nd brown person in the entire town.(I’m the other brownie, bee tee dub u.) This medium-sized convenience store is the closest thing you have to Walmart in this town, and it’ll do in a pinch. And they’re open late, as in, they close at 8 pm, unlike the other establishments, which close at 7 pm or earlier!