We had a corner store like this where I grew up outside of Philly... "Nat" was the shopkeeper, and he always wore a shirt and tie, and an apron, and was old as hell. He had the same kind of basics as this store had, with products so high up on the shelves he had one of those extension-grabby-claw things to get down the items. He died in the 80's and then his son took over. Now all they sell are cigarettes and lottery tickets. So sad.
