I have lived in places where shopping is nearly an afterthought. In these maelstroms of population, the acquisition of food has been simplified to a reflex action performed on an impulse basis. No planning is required, because, if you forget something at the store, you can just throw on a pair of shoes, duck around the corner and buy it, whenever the need comes to mind. If they happen to be sold out of the particular item in question, you can select an identical one from any one of a dozen retailers within spitting distance of your living room sofa. A shopping trip is a 10-minute blip of time that barely registers on the radar of your schedule of daily activities. It’s a nightmare!
Not so, here in the Last Frontier! Granted, Delta Junction is cultivating a growing variety of businesses that supply merchandise, but even so, the inventory and prices cannot compete with the mega chain retailers that sprawl across Fairbanks and Anchorage. However, for the bush residents and small villages, the options are very slim indeed. I know what I’m talking about. When I lived in Moose Hole, my parents owned the only business in town—Moose Hole Lodge.
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