It’s bakery day and I’m fondly thinking of Day’s Bakery, the local bakery in my hometown: the donuts and the sugar cookies with thick, colored frosting and candy eyes and the autumn smells of gingerbread and Lebkuchen – oh the Lebkuchen, how I miss it. Time now means the bakery is but a memory . . .
Image: exterior of Day’s Bakery in Honesdale, PA. A white-sided building with a bay window displaying baked goods. An American flag, and a neon “open” sign. An overhang from which hangs a blue-and-white store sign reading “DAY’S BAKERY” and several lights are visible over the concrete steps and white door, which is in turn surrounded by a bluish decorative woodwork. A chalkboard-like sign displaying the store hours is the the left of the door.
Running In My Head 