My dad lived with a woman for a couple years in Wrightsville, PA, just across the river from Lancaster. We used to come to this market to get small groceries & household items. There’s a parking lot in the back & a butcher that you order your meat from & he cuts it right there. I have the 7 year old memories looking through the glass of the cold cut case & seeing the torso & arms of a man with a white coat with splotches of deep red hacking away at raw meat & bone. Any time I read “The Winter of Our Discontent” I picture the market that Ethan Allen works at being like this one. & when I finally make a film adaptation of said book, I would like to use this market & town as my location.