Do you remember when every little town had privately owned businesses on the main street, and the owners almost always lived upstairs over the business?

There used to be a story told of a business owner living upstairs over his business who heard a burglar one night breaking into his store. He tried to rouse his wife, who was slumbering next to him to go downstairs and scare the burglar away. He couldn’t raise his wife, but didn’t want to get out of his nice warm bed either. He thought to himself, that maybe someone else had heard, and the police would arrive and protect his property from the burglar. He heard another noise from downstairs, but still didn’t want to leave the nice comfortable surroundings to go down and meet the burglar. He thought to himself that if he just would wait a little while longer, the whole thing (Read the rest of the story below the fold...)