Read Heather's post and thought I'd share.
I'm a Sag Harbor native now living in Arizona. Yeah, I wish it was the way it was when we were growing up (for me that would be the late 60s, 70s, and early 80s).
When I was 12, I worked at a farm stand on the highway in Sagaponack. (This was about 1979 or 1980.) Every Sunday the highway was crammed wtih traffic going back to the city. We had a lot of business on Sundays.
One day a woman bought a bunch of produce. About ten minutes later she returned to the stand, stood in front of me, and uncurled her hand, which held a nickel.
I didn't get it, but being a polite young (country) boy, I asked her if could help her. "You shortchanged me a nickel," she said, delivered in an intonation which suggested I'd committed an offense on a par with running over one of her children in the street.
Some things have never changed out there, Heather. Just the good things.
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