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Mar. 2nd, 2002
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Mar. 2nd, 2002 10:05 amaah!
I just found this website... I wanted to see if this place still existed.
It does!
oh, my goodness. When I was a child of eight or nine, I used to hang around that place like a bad smell. When I was around 10 (what the hell was I doing running around alone when I was 10?) I had this little leather drawstring bag I had made, and I would load all my money (always change, mostly pennies and nickels), and walk the two blocks to The Shoppe, and buy stickers - they had a ton - or candy. My haunt was the sticker rack. They've changed the layout, but at the time all the card/collectibles stuff was on the first floor, then clothes on the second with a sort of split level between the men's and women's areas (and small alcove room in the women's area for jewelry, with one of those old jewelry display things where you press a button to bring up row after row of shelves), and then on the third floor, waaaay up in the rafters, was the record store. It's the first place I ever saw a cd, in about 1983, but until about 88 they were mostly records and some cassettes. I remember that for a while, just before I left the area, the entire stairwell was papered with promo flats for the Pretty In Pink soundtrack!
If you pull up the map, there is the magnified inset, and I lived just across the street from the bottom of the "r" in "Berea". My house was a really neat one, older, mildly haunted. We had a fireplace (never used for its intended purpose, but nice for looks) that had wooden bookshelves on either side of it, and the shelves had doors on the front with leaded glass in diamond patterns. All the rooms were open, with curved arches between them. We had a bay window in the dining room area, and really cranky gay neighbors. It was a duplex. They left when one of the men died of a heart attack in his mid-30s, and the people who moved in were very hippie-fied "partners," a man and woman who had been in the Peace Corps and had come from Champaign, IL, and who I remember as being fun to hang out with. (The gay boys were fun to hang out with, too, and had a cool apartment, but we had a female boarder right when we moved in who was a terror and didn't last, and since she was a friend of theirs, they got mad at my mom for kicking her out... so as families, we weren't "speaking." My mom was really upset when Doug died a year later, but I don't think she and Tim, the widower, were ever able to be friends again. I did like their big grey long-haired cat Bert, though.)
ahhhh, nostalgia.
In other news, I went out and got breakfast and am going to go read the gazillion pages of Nietzsche that I need to have finished by Monday, and perhaps when the momster gets up she will want to go to the movies or something.
I just found this website... I wanted to see if this place still existed.
It does!
oh, my goodness. When I was a child of eight or nine, I used to hang around that place like a bad smell. When I was around 10 (what the hell was I doing running around alone when I was 10?) I had this little leather drawstring bag I had made, and I would load all my money (always change, mostly pennies and nickels), and walk the two blocks to The Shoppe, and buy stickers - they had a ton - or candy. My haunt was the sticker rack. They've changed the layout, but at the time all the card/collectibles stuff was on the first floor, then clothes on the second with a sort of split level between the men's and women's areas (and small alcove room in the women's area for jewelry, with one of those old jewelry display things where you press a button to bring up row after row of shelves), and then on the third floor, waaaay up in the rafters, was the record store. It's the first place I ever saw a cd, in about 1983, but until about 88 they were mostly records and some cassettes. I remember that for a while, just before I left the area, the entire stairwell was papered with promo flats for the Pretty In Pink soundtrack!
If you pull up the map, there is the magnified inset, and I lived just across the street from the bottom of the "r" in "Berea". My house was a really neat one, older, mildly haunted. We had a fireplace (never used for its intended purpose, but nice for looks) that had wooden bookshelves on either side of it, and the shelves had doors on the front with leaded glass in diamond patterns. All the rooms were open, with curved arches between them. We had a bay window in the dining room area, and really cranky gay neighbors. It was a duplex. They left when one of the men died of a heart attack in his mid-30s, and the people who moved in were very hippie-fied "partners," a man and woman who had been in the Peace Corps and had come from Champaign, IL, and who I remember as being fun to hang out with. (The gay boys were fun to hang out with, too, and had a cool apartment, but we had a female boarder right when we moved in who was a terror and didn't last, and since she was a friend of theirs, they got mad at my mom for kicking her out... so as families, we weren't "speaking." My mom was really upset when Doug died a year later, but I don't think she and Tim, the widower, were ever able to be friends again. I did like their big grey long-haired cat Bert, though.)
ahhhh, nostalgia.
In other news, I went out and got breakfast and am going to go read the gazillion pages of Nietzsche that I need to have finished by Monday, and perhaps when the momster gets up she will want to go to the movies or something.
