As you get older, not all change is good. At first I was delighted with the new high tech supermarket near my house. In the produce department they play the sound of thunder and lightning flashes before the automatic water misters spritz the produce, and the corn display smells of fresh roasted ears with butter. As you open the diary case, you hear the gentle sound of cows mooing in the distance. The egg case actually has the cackling of hens and the sound and smell of frying bacon.
by Capt. Kurt
