I’m on a summer vacation visiting family in Provo, and the grocery store is bringing me a surprising degree of joy. Maybe it’s the abundant displays of puzzles and toys implying that this is a community where people still have the luxury of spare time and families and friends with which to spend it. It’s more, though, that the checkout lines are staffed by actual people. This is an increasingly rare luxury in my aging hometown, which has priced out middle-income families. I value the chance to say hello to a fellow human. Life feels abundant.
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