I grew up in the grocery business. My grandfather, (I called him “Zaydie,” Yiddish for “grandpa”) Louis Paperny, had arrived in Omaha, Nebraska, with five kopeks in his pocket and began to peddle fruits and vegetables. He was so successful, he bought a corner property and built an open air fruit stand and a small brick building for a family bar. Eventually, his four sons-in-law came into the business and they established the first modern supermarket on the property. What made