tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065413940464460485.post8274364772060526909..comments2008-07-02T20:27:48.450-07:00thombeauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14610129742797260253noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065413940464460485.post-75677235552441825872008-07-02T20:27:00.000-07:002008-07-02T20:27:00.000-07:002008-07-02T20:27:00.000-07:00April Ames at the Save $ Mart! Maybe she's handing little cocktail weenies! Let's go!mrpeeneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206554819014030083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065413940464460485.post-47742891882002614682008-07-02T17:37:00.000-07:002008-07-02T17:37:00.000-07:002008-07-02T17:37:00.000-07:00The King Cole Food Mart is particularly suitable for hanging on black velvet.TJBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09180041865489453236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065413940464460485.post-91648081516772155572008-07-02T17:28:00.000-07:002008-07-02T17:28:00.000-07:002008-07-02T17:28:00.000-07:00Brings to mind a scene from the movie They Might Be Giants in which Geo. C. Scott & Joanne Woodward emerge from some sewer or steam tunnel into a supermarket parking lot at night. <BR/><BR/>In hindsight it seemed, when first viewed as a innocent years ago, a sort of lysergic "wow, look how big these keys are" beauty & mystery of the everyday kind of moment.K. R. Sewardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15859206555983206335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065413940464460485.post-24112549330456747062008-07-02T17:23:00.000-07:002008-07-02T17:23:00.000-07:002008-07-02T17:23:00.000-07:00Except for the Disco Mart, I've been to each and every one of these, usually as a sullen, whiny child. Mmmm, Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and a carton of Twinkies.mrpeeneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206554819014030083noreply@blogger.com