One thing my father remembered about the Great Depression was the kindness of the neighborhood grocery store owner. If you didn’t have the money to pay for your food bill, no problem. It was just added to your tab.
Of course that was back when average folks could be trusted to do the right thing, and pay what they owed when the could.
One finds few trust worthy folks these days. Diogenes
is burning midnight oil.
Many of the store owners actually lived over their store.
Short commute.