![]() ![]() It had a green door with a central window covered by a hatched steel gate and padlocked on the hinge. The tiny shop was owned by a Korean family in a small brick building on the corner. My mother watched me through the third floor window until I came back. Across from us on the south side of the street was a vacant, empty lot. ![]() We lived in a beautiful brownstone with a merlot facade just three blocks from the northwest corner of Diamond Street at 31st Street in North Philly. My mom gave me some sensible advice, which went something like this: “You better don’t come back without my change and count it before you leave the store.” I had only started school that year at LP Hill Elementary School in Strawberry Mansion, but I was a bright boy who could count. It was 1991 and a loaf of Ströhmann Butter Top Wheat cost 1.49 cents. ![]() I was 5 years old when my mom first sent me to the corner shop for a loaf of bread. ![]()
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