Standing in the grocery line, six feet back from the person ahead, my eye landed on something at the register rack. “Surely not,” I thought to myself, then walked over and pulled out the small magazine. My heart warmed and I smiled with a glow of nostalgia. Reader’s Digest, my old friend and a recurring character in my life’s story. Where do I begin? Mama loved Reader’s Digest so she subscribed. I remember many a night walking by her bedroom where she was propped up on pillows next to the lamp that set on the cabinet, reading the short stories and informative pieces.