Things can come back sometimes in roundabout ways or simply remain hidden, waiting for rediscovery in momentary junctures. Recently unearthed snaps did the remembering for me, affirming what’d seemed like a dream.
I think I poked my head in that store during my Tucson honeymoon many years ago, there was a diner nearby that we sneaked (before I felt bad and asked nicely) a menu from as a souvenir. I was almost thankful that there was nothing in the music store I could stuff into a carry-on for the flight back home. You captured the essence of the place well.
Holy shit! That place!! Intriguing and frustrating at the same time. You know there has to be gems in there! Thanks for sharing the great story and images. ☮️
Entirely relatable...in an odd kinda way. Plus I just plain love late night pickled food, and people...and tots (taters...I hate children, but only my own occasionally lol)
Heavens forbid you get sick of entertaining us with your mastery of language Mister Buckner.❤️
I think I poked my head in that store during my Tucson honeymoon many years ago, there was a diner nearby that we sneaked (before I felt bad and asked nicely) a menu from as a souvenir. I was almost thankful that there was nothing in the music store I could stuff into a carry-on for the flight back home. You captured the essence of the place well.
Holy shit! That place!! Intriguing and frustrating at the same time. You know there has to be gems in there! Thanks for sharing the great story and images. ☮️
Entirely relatable...in an odd kinda way. Plus I just plain love late night pickled food, and people...and tots (taters...I hate children, but only my own occasionally lol)
Heavens forbid you get sick of entertaining us with your mastery of language Mister Buckner.❤️