One of my favorite magazines came, my bicycle's front tire was low, it was my retirement day----so what did I do? My, all of you guessed it. I walked the bike down to the gas station with free air and then went a little farther to my favorite ramen place to have dinner and read some of the magazine.

On the approach to the gas station I looked into a store front. Here were motorised wheelchairs and, well, a few other items for the physically unfortunate. And on a stand in the midst of all this were Christmas present stick on name tags. Well, that was eclectic, I thought, but wouldn't one of the wheelchairs need a much bigger tag commensurate with the plethora of wrapping paper necessary?

A few more feet and I found out the foregoing was part of a pharmacy (pharmaceria, actually), whose main room displayed more of the usual items.

The slightly rangy small specialty store lives!