|The Hot Stove League|
|Wednesday, December 05, 2012 3:12 PM|
By Bill Sherry
The Hot Stove League
We did not call it the “Hot Stove League” when I was a boy, but there were eight to 10 older men that gathered at my Grandfather Sherry’s grocery store almost every week night who taught me a lot of life lessons. They came with a list of groceries to take home, but ended up sitting around the old Warm Morning wood and coal stove, sometimes for several hours, talking about important things while I listened.
I was about 10 years old when my Grandmother Sherry passed away. She and Grandpa had operated a grocery store before she died and without her, Grandpa needed some help. So, I got off the school bus at my grandpa’s store and was able to help one or two nights a week.