Now just trying to live without it

Now just trying to live without it

Every time they thanked me for my patronage at the unique little gift shop at the corner of William Street and Main in downtown Pittston I stopped them. I told them my shopping sprees there were purely selfish. I wanted to help them be successful because I wanted them to always be there when I needed them. It was all about me.
But, alas, it wasn’t enough.
My heart broke when I heard the shop with the unfortunately misleading name “Live with It” had closed its doors. It pains me to drive by and see the place in darkness.
I always questioned the name. “Live with It” could have been a pain management center, or a health food store, or a physical therapist’s office. Who would guess it was a speciality gift shop? But anyone who set foot in it, knew darned fast what it was.
It soon became a go-to place for my wife and me. We never failed to find something we were proud to give. And as marvelous as the gift selections were, the gift wrapping was even more spectacular. We never presented anyone with a gift from “Live with It” without them saying they hated to open it and disturb the wrapping.
There we bought baby gifts, and birthday gifts and Christmas gifts and “just because” gifts. If they were still open, I would have been there this week for St. Patrick Day gifts. I had them all picked out the last time I was there, just before Christmas. That day I found this spectacular Christmas ornament, an exact replica of the ball they drop at Times Square on New Year’s Eve, for the host of a party I was invited to.
Whenever I shopped at “Live with It” I made mental notes of the next thing I was going to purchase. I even had ideas for next Christmas. And I was so hoping someone I knew had a baby soon because I knew the exact gift they were going to get.
These are difficult times for small business and when all was said and done, “Live with It” apparently could not longer live with it.
As far as I know, owner Lora Hobbs still operates her original “Live with It” in Peckville. Getting there won’t be as convenient as dashing down to Main Street, Pittston, but I suspect she will still see us from time to time. Our friends are worth the trip.

Ed Ackerman