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My sister went to the one closest to her the weekend that was announced (a location housed in a large building that used to be a Toys-R-Us). She said the hordes had descended, with the parking lot jammed, and the line to the registers running all the way to the back of the building.
Why would you take a recorder with you to a concert?Some among us may have taken "NO CAMERAS OR RECORDERS" as a challenge...
That kind should only come into play if the show is some of that medieval "hey-nonny-nonny" music.
Or, something with lots of recorders; a Gentle Giant concert. Another thing you don't see anymore.That kind should only come into play if the show is some of that medieval "hey-nonny-nonny" music.
I had one of those, but could never play it worth a hoot, toot, squeak, or anything else.
I was running a local paper route for a statewide daily on my bicycle when I was 12 and got recruited to deliver GRIT on Saturdays. I did it a few times, but what I made was not enough to keep at it.
Actually it was a small enough town a few kids on bikes could cover all the paper’s subscribers, but being a morning paper meant we had to be at the post office at 0400 so we could complete our routes before school. They had trouble keeping enough kids, and I was going nuts wanting a motorcycle as I'd been trail riding on one that belonged to a nearby neighbor, so one morning I asked my boss if I could take on more since he was short a kid again. He had to cover anything he couldn’t put on his delivery crew so he agreed to expanding my route. I talked to my dad about it, and already had the money saved from the paper route and cutting grass all summer, so he took me to see the chief, but I had to do the asking. He said OK and gave me a permission letter to show his five officers should I get stopped, which I did within days of starting the new route on a motorcycle.Entrepreneurial innovation at its finest! Kudos, sir!
According to my friend they are pretty much done. The bolts she got were random lengths ranging from a full bolt to just a few yards left on the card, but she averaged less than a dollar a bolt so she bought them. She said she would have bought more but that was all she could stuff in her Altima.
It's a wretched state of things, really. They expanded so hard and so far to capitalize on the stay-home-stir-crazy from the pandemic - which was great in the short term - but when that fell off, it was like dropping off a cliff. It really sucks, because I don't know any place big enough to carry the volume and variety of fabric and materials they did. A huge, nay indispensable part of shopping for fabric is getting a firsthand sense of the physical characteristics of things. That simply cannot be duplicated online. I'm hoping someone will swoop in and launch a back-to-basics sewing and fabric store, without all the cheap and chintzy "eat/pray/love" wall-hanging "home decor" garbage, of choke-on-the-toxic-fumes candles and potpourri.
And then there's fried chick and waffles embedded in an omelet, a la Roscoe's in Anaheim; the best of all IMNSHO. In any case, from-scratch waffle is not a necessary descriptor, all waffles must be from-scratch by King Up Chuck's decree!
