I note the quiet passing of an era in Boca Raton, as the powers that be this year rescinded the long-standing rule against selling alcoholic beverages on Sunday mornings. I didn't care one way or another about that particular law, but losing it takes away a tiny bit of what one might call Old Boca -- the quaint, older-fashioned town that Boca Raton used to be a generation ago (before liposuction and cosmetic surgery became requirements for citizenship).
SMWITOH (story my wife is tired of hearing):
My favorite Blue Law story involves Jackson, Mississippi, where I lived in the mid 1970s. At that time, if you woke up on a Sunday morning with a thirst for orange juice, you could find an open convenience store to buy a bottle of orange juice. But in the same store, you couldn't buy frozen orange juice. Why? Because making it into liquid orange juice would require you to do work on Sunday. The laws were that finely reasoned back then.
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