As soon as he departed the hot parking lot and
entered the cool confines of the “Fresh As Your

Mother’s Garden” grocery store, his spirit buoyed,
he felt really good and thoroughly enjoyed hopping,

skipping and jumping from one aisle to the next,
from fragrant, freshly baked gluten-free bread to

fresh as fresh can be seafood to fruity, nutty,
nothing-but-the-best wine in the most hip bottles

to crisp garden greens to fresh roasted coffee to
grass-fed beef and free-range chicken and vitamins,

herbs, spices and ever-and-always natural nutrients.
He felt so good to be so well as he danced to the

music…and then it hit him. It was the music — up-
beat, happy, sing-and-dance along music. As the

clerk checked the man’s basket of absolutely
healthy abundance, the man said more than asked,

“It’s the music, isn’t it.” The clerk just smiled
and said, “La Bamba.” As the man pushed the cart

through the heat, he wondered if there wasn’t
just one more item he needed back in the cool

store with the bouncy back beat.