It Happened at the Liquor Store

Good things can happen anywhere. The longer I live the more true this becomes. Good things can even happen at the liquor store. I didn’t always see it that way. As a kid, my grandpa made me wait in the car while he ran inside for a bottle of what he called cough syrup. Nothing good ever came from that.

All that changed when he followed my grandma to church and then he followed  the Holy Spirit to the altar. It was the only time I have ever seen him cry. After that, no more cough syrup, cigarettes, or cuss words; not even when I hooked his ear while we were fishing.

Its been ten years. He vowed before the whole congregation that Sunday morning his shadow would never darken the floor of another liquor store. He meant it too, that was until about two weeks ago when a storm blew into our little town. That was when thunder and lightning chased my grandpa and his church friends off the golf course and straight to the liquor store.

They had been having been having their Wednesday afternoon song and praise services at the golf course since they got ran out of the hardware store.  The man who owns the hardware store said it was okay for them to shop as long as they didn’t do any praying and singing, not even in the lumber section, where nobody goes. It kinda hurt my grandpa’s feeling. It had been his idea to hold service between the two by fours and plywood, him being a carpenter.

It was Sister LaBertha who suggested the golf course might be a good place to meet. After all its, plenty holey, she said, has green pastures, and lots of sprinklers if the need arose. They laughed at first, but then with nowhere else to go the began to congregate on the back nine, of the local course. It where they prayed up a storm. My grandpa said they had just started their meeting and what had been a balmy breeze became a terrific storm, roaring thunder, sharp lightning.

Shut down again, the members of the little group scrambled to their cars and then to the liquor store.

“It just worked out that way,” my grandpa said when he explained why  I saw his truck parked out front of the building he vowed to never visit again. It was their last option he said as they searched for a place to sing and pray where they wouldn’t make waves.

“Shorty Jones, sure was surprised to us come marching in,” my grandpa said and so was the manager of the hardware. He happened to be picking up some cough medicine my grandpa smiled. I understood.

I love my grandpa.

He said he’s glad he glad the Lord took away his cough all those years ago. So am I.

I love my grandpa.

Well as it worked out Shorty and the manager of the hardware both joined in the service and if I finish out the story I will start crying like my grandpa did when he told me what happened next.

After he wiped his eyes, he said he was glad it worked out that they met at the liquor store and that the Lord would understand. Then he started crying again and said he doesn’t miss that liquor store at all, not like he misses church.

This is a work of fiction, maybe.

Dedicated to my grandpa. I think this would make him smile.

Edward Reed 2020