Mmm, butter

The secret to anything delicious, is fat. The same concept holds true for stories. While seeking the truth in a story or interview is an honorable ambition, I personally would find the end result rather tough to chew unless it was accompanied by sentiment, feeling and above all, humour.
In our interview with Carol we had plenty of time to fidget with the equiptment, but I also found myself staring at the walls in the store and finding something of a history in their dusty sheen. The wall to my back was decorated with the fronts of old wooden boxes that boasted of what was once their contents, among them were pepsi and explosives. Cobwebs were convienently located in any corner and cranny with the occupents mercilessly eyeing the fat and laggard cluster flies that in turn eyed our plateful of cookies.
The walls in Carols store tell a story of their own as does the uneven and creaking wooden floor. The general store, its walls, floors and contents are all being sold back into the hands of people that had once owned it some time before Carol called it her own.
When Carol would return to the interview, after helping her customers, she would take up the newspaper we tried to hide from her and continue her viligent watch against the flies. I can't help but think how fortunate Carol is to be ready for the change she is about to go through. So many of us aren't when the times call for us to alter our life plans and start anew. I take some confidence in the fact that some things in life will never change, and a good cookie recipe will always call for a stick of butter.