If you live in Alabama you’ll be aware of an odd relation between the weather and the grocery store.  For some reason, if there is the slightest possibility of snow (and by snow we mean any visible flakes, regardless of whether they ‘stick’ or not) you must rush to the grocery store to buy a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread.  It doesn’t matter if you are a dairy farmer on a no-carb diet — it’s manditory.  (I’ve often suspected the owners of grocery store chains of being in cahoots with the weathermen at local stations.)

Anyone who has lived as far from such stores as we do will know that when you go to town you have to get as much of your errands taken care of as possible.  If it takes 20-30 minutes to get to the nearest store you try to cut down on the number of trips you have to make to town.

So a few weeks ago they were forecasting snow, it also happened to be the day a funeral was being held for someone who had lived in our community.  My wife came in laughing about how many people she had seen in the grocery store buying their bread and milk.  All of the people she named had been to the funeral and on the way to the graveside service…half the funeral procession, including the preacher, had made a detour through the Piggly Wiggly!