The cupboards in the Man Cave are empty. Really. I need to go shopping.

The hardest part of shopping in our little almost-in-New York town is not getting to the grocery store, not running through vast isles to grab something edible and not schlepping all of it to the check-out line.

The toughest part of the grocery-store-expedition is getting through the check-out isle.

Customers here not only haggle, they’ve made it an Olympic sport. Continue reading →