Hmm, I think about that place often. We weren't allowed to walk there unless an adult was with us (neighborhood was dangerous even back then) and although it was only 2 blocks away, it always felt like it was sooooo far away. The corner store was a....not sure what it was. It was dark inside. There was a light on in the hot peanut case, and I think there was a bare light bulb over the newspaper rack but the rest of the store was dark and--dusty? Old, that's for sure. They were extremely limited on what they had--some chewing gum, some local newspapers, a few of the more popular magazines (Life, Look, Saturday Evening Post). Cigarettes and cigars behind the counter. There was an area toward the back but I don't remember ever going back there since it was so dark. I don't even remember what the "clerk" looked like, if it was a woman or man. Dad would buy the Sunday paper there on Saturday evening (can't think of anything else we'd need to go there for). Next door, or at least close by, was the hardware store which was bright and woody and had all these fun things. And the dry cleaner where dad would get his shirts cleaned and pressed and wrapped in blue bundles. Light starch please. I think there was a bar--one of those sleazy bars with the windows painted over, mom would always make us walk on the other side of her from the bar just so some drinker wouldn't grab us and pull us in (like that'd ever happen). And for a short time, someone opened a very narrow candy store--oh, my, you could get lots and lots of candy for a penny (but we didn't have money so we just went along with our richer friends).