Imagine President Mandela steps through your grocery store. He bends to speak with the children like Jesus, h andles the smooth curve of a single red apple. He remembers something he’d nearly forgotten that he loved - cone of honey colored sugarcane pomegranate, tough and succulent. And he turns back into the fluorescent aisles, says please, move on up in front of me nods at the cashier, t aking note of her name – Audrey If Nelson Mandela shopped at your supermarket he would leave a handprint on the freezer doors, he would bend to speak to the children. Excerpted from The Shape of Caught Water available from Red Mountain Press or direc...