In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"As I closed and locked the door of my little country store for the last time, I could smell the foliage on that warm, balmy evening. After I turned the key in the lock, I stared at the weathered, white exterior of the building I had worked in for 27 years."
"The Last Closing,"
The Angle: Vol. 2003
, Article 20.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2003/iss1/20