<p>For years the old men had been hanging around the country grocery store whiling away their days playing checkers and dominoes and talking about politics women drinking and life experiences. </p><p>All that time the store owner readily approved their presence in the store and went on about his business as if they were not there. </p><p>Then one fateful morning in 1956 a new owner bought the business who was not quite as tolerant. </p><p>The narrator of this story an unnamed thirteen-year-old was the son of the new owner and explains how his father dealt with the old men.</p>