Someone offered me $200 in the Market Basket parking lot.

No one was screaming or dashing into traffic this time. An increasingly likely yet still unusual scenario for us when loading into our 2001 Astro Van. As I walked around the van to pile in, this guy with a red hat, you could tell he was a veteran, stopped me to shake my hand. I expected him to congratulate me on a job well done as a dad, not many people have more than 2 kids these days and older folks enjoy seeing larger families that dare to go out together in public. If not that then it’s usually that they are compelled to make a reminder to cherish these days because they go quickly, a sentiment I’m actually appreciating more as the years go by but that wasn’t why he stopped me either.