March 1, 2010
Dear Clusterflock
This may have been asked before, but: What place of business have you been most heartbroken to see close its doors for good?
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- Deron Bauman: It’s a start.
- Joel Bernstein: The first of many things, no doubt.
- Deron Bauman: I’ll pick him up at eight. He may not like the way I smell.
- Michael Smith: Joel’s Dream Date: Phantom Menace; Cat urine cologne; Deron.
- Joel Bernstein: For the record, if you pay to see this, you are no longer my friend.
- Deron Bauman: Meow.
- Joel Bernstein: This must be why I fuck so many cats.
- Michael Smith: Seems to me the experiment almost does itself.
- Casey Cichowicz: No. It is not possible. I can assure you.
- Joel Bernstein: Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes?
- LaurenH: I’m with those who say get that girl out of that household. The father has now very effectively...
- Rick Neece: Holee sh..!
- Rick Neece: Asian calligraphy, ‘cept instead of a brush, hot glass. The image of her controlling the glass and...
- Rick Neece: For the gull-wing, I’m sure it would knock me in the chin every time I opened it.
- Marco: Oh god yes.
A place that sold breakfast for $2.82.
I really hated to see Tower Records in Dallas go bye-bye.
Coop, it’s funny because I was just about to say how ’round here everyone was pretty upset about the first Tower Records closing (I think it’s still a record shop). That neighborhood has been pretty run down since before I moved to town and every time we visit it makes me sad that I missed it all.
The Bronco Bowl turned into a Home Depot, which pits my love of Home Depot with memories of a place where all the good bands would go.
I’ve been to the Bronco Bowl both when it was a bowling alley and a club, and last week I went to the Home Depot incarnation of the Bronco Bowl. It is eternal.
So I guess I’d say that I shed a quiet tear at the passing of the Jefferson Drive-In. Those animated neon can-can dancers lit up the Cockrell Hill (Texas) skyline.
When my wife and I were on our second date we got dollar pizza from this Halal place on eighth avenue. I kissed her for the first time that night. Now it’s a T-Mobile store.
I have a long list–I’m very much a place-oriented girl, I suppose. I still miss the original Sears Roebuck stores (particularly those of El Paso and Dallas). They had a particular light and smell that I want back. I’m about to cry thinking of old 5 & Dime stores–Winn’s in El Paso, M.E. Moses in Dallas. They sold live birds and oilcloth and hairnets and chocolate covered cherries and fake diamond rings. They always had the best linoleum floors. I miss the old Eckerd drugstore that was just around the corner from where we live now. It was dingy and cramped, and I loved it. Oh, and Kress in downtown El Paso! It had the best counter bar in the world. As a small child I got knocked down the stairs there by a woman who exited through an entrance door.
I would drive 200 miles to revisit any of the places above.
While I have several fond memories of the Bronco Bowl (saw my first concert there, Warrant BABY!), I am really sad to see Reunion Arena go. Most of my best memories involve that arena. From my grandmother taking me to see the Circus to intense Stars playoff games. Not to mention some crazy concert escapades.
Another place that’s gone forever is the little pizza place we used to go to when I was young in Sherman called Del Italia II. They had the *best* breadsticks ever.
Ms. Cindy: Have you been to the five and dime in Fredericksburg? It’s a real nice nostalgia trip:
http://www.yelp.com/biz/dooleys-5-10-and-25-store-inc-fredericksburg
Oh, thank you, Teresa. I’ll make a trip!
[...] Cindy S.: I have a long list — I’m very much a place-oriented girl, I suppose. I still miss the original Sears Roebuck stores (particularly those of El Paso and Dallas). They had a particular light and smell that I want back. I’m about to cry thinking of old 5 & Dime stores–Winn’s in El Paso, M.E. Moses in Dallas. They sold live birds and oilcloth and hairnets and chocolate covered cherries and fake diamond rings. They always had the best linoleum floors. I miss the old Eckerd drugstore that was just around the corner from where we live now. It was dingy and cramped, and I loved it. Oh, and Kress in downtown El Paso! It had the best counter bar in the world. As a small child I got knocked down the stairs there by a woman who exited through an entrance door. [...]
well hell, I was in Fredericksburg but 2 weeks ago!
I have struggled with this one I must say. I guess I miss the illogical layout of shops in the 60s and 70s – I remember one particular Co-op in Bristol where some of the floors you could go down to but not up. You’d have to go to the fourth floor in order to get to the third or something silly like that. I miss vegetables being sold in the dirt they were grown in and meat still on the bone it lived on.
I miss the flats I lived in between the age of about 1 and 11 – they were torn down a few years ago and I now feel that my childhood between those ages has been taken from me. Shops closing half day on a Saturday and on a Wednesday. Sunday not opening at all. I remember thinking that the 7 day all day shopping week would be everything, but, it wasn’t.
I do miss those flats though as they acted like a sharp stick to my past.
many of longtime Berkeley/East Bay residents were terribly terribly blue (incl. meself) when the U.C. Theatre closed its doors, for Oh So Many Years, one of the finest repertory houses around…
http://cinematreasures.org/theater/713/
Phil, seems to me you may have to return to Texas. That five-and-dime store in Fredericksburg is calling out to you.
Yes, Phil–come back!
Little in life is certain, but, I do feel my return to Texas is. You guys were just the best and such a pleasant alternative to being fucked in Johnson City!
Getting fucked in Johnson City by drunk pool players, no less.
What a great state this is.
Getting fucked in Johnson City by drunk pool players, no less.
What a great state this is.
Gosh, Cindy. I saw this and thought you were mixing it up with those Freemasons again.
NO OFFENSE!
A secret handshake really wasn’t necessary. They were offering it for free – I feel kind of mean. I might send a play-station game down there, just to show how sorry I am.
PlayStation means never having to say you’re sorry.
Not a place, but Kozmo.com was a big part of my time in DC.