When I was a teenager in the 1980s, I wanted a pair of tan Dr. Scholl’s sandals so badly I could taste it. Each time my mother took us to the Eckerd drug store, I made sure to stroll down that aisle
When I was a teenager in the 1980s, I wanted a pair of tan Dr. Scholl’s sandals so badly I could taste it. Each time my mother took us to the Eckerd drug store, I made sure to stroll down that aisle