Supermarkets of Sin

When I was a boy, I recall that the grocer made his appearance at our back door once a week, to bring last week’s grocery order, and to take the order for the following week. Rinkema, I believe, was his name. He had a very small store in South Holland. But soon telephones were used more extensively to place orders and people became accustomed to picking up their groceries directly from the store. Cars made travel to the store easy. That little grocery store was soon replaced by other, larger...