A Country Store by any other name...
[ FOR BETTER RESOLUTION, CLICK ON IMAGE ] You can name them whatever you like, but all true country stores smell the same. We didn't just read this, in fact, we could write the book on country stores. Unless you've done the leg work, that is, stopped in and checked out a few hundred of them, you'll have take our word on this. For us, country stores are Mustang magnets. We feel the irresistible pull from a quarter mile. 300 wild horses couldn't drag us away.
Legally, well, spiritually, no commercial enterprise may hold itself out as a " country store " if it is situated in a new building. You got a nice new building? You got shiny new gas pumps that take your card then ask whether it's "credit" or "debit" while trying to con you into buying a carwash when you think it's asking if you want a receipt ? You sell aftermarket iPod headsets ? Can customers smell masking agents in the men's room at the checkout ? Then you ain't no country store. All you got there is a dad blasted convenience store.
If you're running a country store, you're probably not getting carded either at the liquor store or when seeking a senior citizen discount at the cafeteria. You probably own the property on which your store has sat for several generations. You inherited it all from your daddy, but the children to whom you want to leave all this have no clue. They just got back from a tattoo trip to Savannah. Your granddaughter has a boy friend from another planet and your grandson's having his nasal hair transplanted after he mistook Magic Shaving Powder for cocaine. By and large you wonder how this world could be so stupid and still breathe on its own.
If you're running a true country store, you're probably not having to dig new holes in which to hide your earnings. Because you live frugally and you own the place and you have few if any employees, you can survive. You may even prosper a bit, but it has long since ceased to be the money which gets you down to the store each morning. It's a way of life, an excuse to grumble, a place to hang your hat. This is what you do, it is who and what you are. You have served customers and made friends one at a time. When they gather around the fresh dirt and someone reads over you, they are also pulling the sheet on a kinder way of life that is ebbing from this gritty world.
The smell of the country store is not chemically defined nor is it from a single element on any shelf. It is an admixture of so many little things which live in the atmosphere of such places. As we roll down the long roads we like to stop and smell the country stores.