My family owns a music store in Claremont, California, called The Claremont Folk Music Center.
You folks feeling the economic pinch? Are you a little fed up with the economic news? It's bad. The department stores, this holiday season, no Santa Claus. They're laying off department-store Santa Clauses. So more bad news for John McCain.
Once a Altman's film has been in a town, it kind of wrecks the town. It doesn't even matter what the film is because, suddenly, everybody's hip and stores start doubling prices or whatever.
If entertainment ran grocery stores, we'd NEVER get oil cured olives or blue cheese, it would be JUST Coke.
Today, I marvel at the vegan foods in the supermarket, at the cruelty-free clothing choices in stores, and at the fantastic alternatives to dissection in schools, the modern ways to test medicines without killing rabbits and beagles, the many forms of entertainment involving purely human performers.
The thing is, I don't want to be sold to when I walk into a store. I want to be welcomed.
My music has always been sort of in-between categories. Sometimes record stores - back when there were record stores - they'd put my records in the country music section, but other record stores would put my records in the pop or even the rock section. As long as it's in the store somewhere, I'm OK with it.
I have memories - but only a fool stores his past in the future.
We need to figure out a 'harvest system' to collect the produce that stores don't put out for customers to buy because it's not perfect looking. Frankly, the stuff left to rot in the storeroom is more beautiful to me than the perfect carrot. I'm a gnarly carrot kind of guy.
Always store beer in a dark place.
The most important imperative to be questioned is the one that tells you to go the the art supply store to be a painter.
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
It's not like Alaska isn't wilderness - it mostly is. But most Alaskans don't live in the wild. They live on the edge of the wild in towns with schools and cable TV and stores and dentists and roller rinks sometimes. It's just like anyplace else, only with mountains and moose.
Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and to take as a gift whatever the day brings forth. [Lat. , Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere: et Quem Fors dierum cunque dabit, lucro Appone. ]
High-end boutiques aren't putting small staple stores out of business. What's putting small staple stores out of business is formula retail.
Theres a lot of American kids think their food comes from the grocery store and the concept of seasonality has no meaning to them whatsoever.
I don't sleep very much. I really like to work, though. I feel like a kid in a candy store.
I just love to shop. If I could, I would shop every single day in every single store and spend all of my money which, you know, I do anyway.
The safest place to be during an earthquake would be in a stationary store.
I have been known to go to the grocery store and just buy pepperoni. There's just something fantastic about salty, fatty meats.