On our way home, we stopped at Kroger’s, the supermarket we had briefly visited on our way to the BMV to buy Tums. We needed food and other supplies. Our refrigerator was so empty that anything placed in it would produce an echo.
Our first apartment in America was a ground floor "garden-style" unit in a student housing complex, within walking distance to the University where my ex planned to complete his Master"s degree.
On our way to Kroger"s entrance, we saw a sign that read "Redemption Center." We walked into the supermarket, discussing the sign we had just read. We assumed that sign was a concrete example of American generosity and faith. Americans shop for their groceries, and they stop at the "Redemption Center" on their way out to redeem themselves and help the community simultane
