In the summer that I was six and my little sister was two, we started an Illumination Lemonade Stand. With the help of my grandparents, Beryl and Walter Frey, we placed a small, white, enameled table at the end of Pease Ave and sold cups of cold Countrytime lemonade and homemade cookies for 10 cents each. We made our signs out of poster board, markers, and glitter from daRosa’s, including one that declared we were “closed for a nap”, something my Gamma insisted upon since we’d be up late for...