Stepping through the Walmart grocery-side entrance in Kennett, Missouri circa 2004, my head whipped to the left to find something. I stopped in my tracks and gazed around, not knowing what I was looking for, but knew it was something. Within seconds I had triangulated the source of an almost-immediate vexing. At the other end of the store, at the other entrance, a man was staring at me, and gesturing toward me with his head, speaking to a woman who looked to be his wife or girlfriend. We made brief eye contact before I turned to Mandy and said, “You see that...
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