Since my mom has been reading lately, I’d like to share a story that involves her. This appeared on the old blog several years ago but my mom and many other people weren’t reading then so it’s brand new to them.
Things To Do on a Friday Night
The best thing about grocery shopping with my mother when I was very young, circa 1981-82, wasn’t the food, it was the family time we had.
For a few years, my mom used to go food shopping on Friday nights. After coming home from work she’d pack my brother, sister and I into the car and we’d head to the Pathmark on Montauk Highway in West Babylon. We lived several towns from West Babylon and there were at least a half dozen supermarkets along the way we could have gone to but we had to go to Pathmark because that was where everyone went. On a Friday night we would be there and so would my grandmother, great grandmother, and aunt. Sometimes there would be a cousin thrown in too. Friday night wasn’t just grocery shopping, it was a reunion. We’d talk, play games and sometimes we would gather in the aisle and take pictures or make plans for sleepovers. I’d help my great grandmother bag her groceries and get candy from the machines by the exit.
When I got older, about 10 or 11 years old, I thought I was too cool for the supermarket on Friday night. While mom went to get food with my brother and sister I’d stay home, watch TV and read pornography. The once wholesome evening became a fiesta of MTV and stolen copies of Club magazine. Yeah, I sold out the family for dirty magazines but at the time it seemed like a good trade. In retrospect I made the wrong choice. Kids, if you ever have to choose between seeing your family at the supermarket and pornography, go see your family at the supermarket.