Another sad sign of the times.  I went to George's Butcher Shop this morning to get his farm eggs, a couple of pounds of Brasstown beef, and more chicken for the freezer only to pull into his parking lot and see a U-Haul backed up to his door.  I wondered if this was in his future.  I didn't want to admit that all the signs were there.  George opened before we permanently settled here, probably about 5 years ago.  He's an honest person with a heart of gold who donated his pulled pork, chicken, and beef to community functions, opened his doors sometimes 2 hours early for customers who showed up in his parking lot, gave work to young people willing to learn the trade, and fed those who were hungry.  George always made time to talk and he and I used to laugh over his teenagers' antics.  His Dad, well into his 80's, came out of retirement to help him when times were busy.  Gosh, this sounds like an obit.................George didn't die, but he closed the doors to his butcher shop over the weekend.  Our local supermarket, Ingles, scooped him up immediately so he isn't without work.  But it's sad when recently our local family-run bookstore had to close and now another family business which did so well for awhile has to shut its doors.