I was walking in downtown Rexburg today while Jill was getting her front wheel bearings repacked prior to an alignment. My sweet little truck is ready to blast me down I-15 to the land of the sun come next Friday.
There’s been a little shop that’s caught my eye the last few years that sold survival stuff. You know, the things you need when zombies take over, Yellowstone explodes or a giant meteor hits us. This is also the most fervent Mormon town I have ever experienced (no booze sold here) so maybe it was catering to their food hoarding needs.
In any event, they didn’t survive. I don’t know what this means, but I think it’s good!
Does that mean they went out of business and no longer will be selling survival stuff?
Yep.