Winter in St. Louis, Missouri… The year was 1976…It was cold…how cold…cold enough to need long underwear. The snow was piling up on the sky light and the battery in the car froze. Too cold and too far to walk to a store when between the pages of the Sears and Roebuck Catalog there they were… Women’s long underwear; I ordered a top and bottom in pink. Not a very monumental order, but at the time it saved my “hide”… literally.
… Fast forward to today… I just read that Sears will close its last store in Chicago, a city the retailer has called home for over a century. A part of me is feeling sad…perhaps it’s nostalgia… As such a tribute to Sears and Roebuck Company seems in order… it wasn’t the most glamorous place but it sure fit the need of many.
And so we say good-bye to a friend; a mail order company started in the 1880s that came to the rescue of many small towns. An American staple like apple pie, it grew into a retail chain of stores that feed the buying appetite of a growing nation.
can resist the beauty of water; it takes a multitude of forms and allows our senses to go through as many sensations and emotions as there are ways. The oceans’ shores are mesmerizing with their soothing churn of the tide… where eyes gaze out onto a distant horizon line and then our curiosity leaps over and steps beyond. The thunder of the river foams as though boiling in anger, crashing and cascading over rocks pounding and pummeling all in its path. The misty rain can be as gentle as an atomizer or as harsh as a hailstorm of pebbles. It can put one to sleep or wake us out of a sound dream.
