I remember grocery shopping with my mom but, even more clearly, I remember NOT grocery shopping with my mom. Every week, my mother and father, younger brother and I would pile into the family car for a trip to the grocery store.  I loved going to the store.  I loved the buggy and the people and the shelves filled with food.  I loved to pick out my own cereal and help put our purchases on the conveyor belt.  I especially loved to look at the candy, brilliantly situated near the check out lanes.  It was here, in the candy... More »