From 2006:
I lost my mother in Wal-Mart last Friday. This sounds less like a true-life event than the first line of the sort of song you might hear on the radio in Smalltown, U.S.A., but it really happened. I dropped her off at the entrance, and as she closed the car door she said, “I’ll meet you inside.” No sooner had I driven off to find a parking place than it struck me that she hadn’t said where she’d meet me. Since the Smalltown Wal-Mart is roughly the size of a football field or two, I realized that I had a problem on my hands….
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