Maudlin is Me

       I can tell I'm really drawn to the past. It doesn't take much to remind me of the glory days, a modest enough claim to a time when everything that happened didn't bear the stigma of age.  Today it was a tiny yellow price tag that had fallen off one of the items I'm clearing out.  I'm not sure if it came off a pair of candles or an old unused notebook.  The item had been bought at Fay's for a price of $3.49.  I certainly don't remember buying whatever article it was but the Fay's, a drugstore, was just down the road from Charming Lane, on Osborne maybe.  Dorothy and I used to shop there frequently.  There were a lot of sale items.  They never seemed to clear the inventory, and there was plenty of shelf space.  I don't think either of us ever left the store without buying something, and I know I never thought I'd feel nostalgic about shopping there.  But that's what life does to us.