Just seeing those red tumblers takes me back, Rob! I have this similar experience when I am thrifting for clothes- when I find something I remember I want to tell people, “Hey, I wore this shirt in 1982!” Ha, no one cares.
This is a long story but about three years ago our old next door neighbor passed away. We moved next door to their family in the mid-70s so my dad and this woman have been neighbors for about 45 years. I grew up climbing their trees, playing in their backyard, and attending many slumber parties there. When she passed away they had an estate sale. I remember walking around in a daze in the backyard, pointing and saying things like "I USED TO CLIMB THAT TREE" to random people attending the sale. I must have looked like a lunatic.
Man those frosted red tumblers some how made Coke taste the way it was meant to. Makes me sad these days whenever I pass an old Pizza Hut that still has its "shell". I just think, "How many Little League end-of-season parties took place under that roof?"
I worked at three different Pizza Hut locations. One of them was called a DelCo which is short for "DELivery/Carry Out" only. Even though it looked like a traditional "red roof" building from the outside, the owner had walled off the dining room (delivery and carry out are way more profitable). The cool thing was, there was a door that still led to the dining room (which we mostly used for storage) but the entire dining room was still there -- booths, tables, even the ceiling lamps. I used to go out there on my break and read. It was like sitting alone inside an old Pizza Hut that time forgot.
So wild. That's what it was like for me that time my wife taught a summer camp class in an old shopping mall. The theater had rented a store space there. I'd go wait for her to finish and just sit outside in the food court.
I like to think of all these buildings you pass on the street -- totally anonymous warehouses, but inside are rows and rows of decor for defunct stores and restaurants as well as future Cracker Barrels.
I read this post with one of those tumblers sitting here on the desk.
Me too! You'll notice the red one in that picture has a drink in it...
Just seeing those red tumblers takes me back, Rob! I have this similar experience when I am thrifting for clothes- when I find something I remember I want to tell people, “Hey, I wore this shirt in 1982!” Ha, no one cares.
This is a long story but about three years ago our old next door neighbor passed away. We moved next door to their family in the mid-70s so my dad and this woman have been neighbors for about 45 years. I grew up climbing their trees, playing in their backyard, and attending many slumber parties there. When she passed away they had an estate sale. I remember walking around in a daze in the backyard, pointing and saying things like "I USED TO CLIMB THAT TREE" to random people attending the sale. I must have looked like a lunatic.
Nah, we all do it. Those places hold memories and meaning for us. 💕
Man those frosted red tumblers some how made Coke taste the way it was meant to. Makes me sad these days whenever I pass an old Pizza Hut that still has its "shell". I just think, "How many Little League end-of-season parties took place under that roof?"
I worked at three different Pizza Hut locations. One of them was called a DelCo which is short for "DELivery/Carry Out" only. Even though it looked like a traditional "red roof" building from the outside, the owner had walled off the dining room (delivery and carry out are way more profitable). The cool thing was, there was a door that still led to the dining room (which we mostly used for storage) but the entire dining room was still there -- booths, tables, even the ceiling lamps. I used to go out there on my break and read. It was like sitting alone inside an old Pizza Hut that time forgot.
So wild. That's what it was like for me that time my wife taught a summer camp class in an old shopping mall. The theater had rented a store space there. I'd go wait for her to finish and just sit outside in the food court.
I like to think of all these buildings you pass on the street -- totally anonymous warehouses, but inside are rows and rows of decor for defunct stores and restaurants as well as future Cracker Barrels.