Poetry In A Costco

"Wonder - is not precisely Knowing." Emily Dickinson

I must admit, there are many places I would rather be than at a Costco on a rainy Saturday. The parking lot was jammed full of cars and people pushing their carts stacked with their purchases. I was there because my Father was going to get his new hearing aids. He was a mix of anxious, excited and confused. The forty minute ride into the city from where…