City Paper is not for tourists
I hope you made it to corner-store heaven. You always served me well for my convenience needs. Except your store aisles seemed a little too empty. Only one choice of garbage bags. A few loaves of white bread. A grill behind the front counter that I never saw used. An extremely limited selection of ice cream even if you count blue raspberry pops as ice cream.
But you did carry a version of the King Kone which was a huge plus. And beer. And despite your dealing with an ATM machine that seemed to break down a lot and, well, your imminent doom, you didn’t take it out on the customer. We never saw you worry or freak out.
You were always friendly.
You were a few feet from my apartment. You will be missed.