One more trip

Rev. Cheryl Cruce Columnist Saturdays were shopping days at the old A&P grocery store in my hometown, and I always looked forward to going with Mom. We would take a cart and make our way up one aisle and down another as she carefully marked each item off her list. At checkout, the cashier rang up each purchase while the bag boy packed everything into sturdy brown paper bags. Those paper bags had limits. Fill them too full, and they would split before we made it from the car to the house.