Gene Taylors was open from 10 am until 4 pm on Sundays. One afternoon I fielded a call. "What time are you open on Sundays?" she asked. "From 10 till 4 Ma'am" I answered. Then, "when do you close?"
Its a quiet summer Saturday morning. I'm the only one upstairs and I am helping a customer with running shoes. While we are looking at the selection on the wall, a young lady comes up and asks about where the swimsuits are located and a fitting room. I point everything out, get her organized and... Continue Reading →
It is about 1981. Gene Taylor is around the same age as I am now. 50-ish. I am managing Marios pizzaria when Gene brings his sons and Jenny in to eat, and to meet me. Jen and I have been going out for a year or so by now. Gene extends his hand and says... Continue Reading →