No one ever thought you would go away. We just assumed you'd be with us forever. We took you for granted and for that we apologize. We will now go into the street and pour out a nonfat, vanilla latte in your honor.
You may not have had the size or selection of Borders. You may not have been as ubiquitous either. And you certainly never had a cafe located in the back of your store. But you sold books ”” actual books ”” and for that we will always love you.
Yeah, we can buy our Bugs or Daffy paraphernalia anywhere these days, but the actual brick and mortar Warner Bros. store made it special. And the fact that it is coming up on 15 (15!!) years since they've been closed truly makes it heartbreaking when I say...
Nearly every birthday part I went to as a kid was at Discovery Zone. If these were still around now and served beer, we would totally come here to celebrate our growns up b-days. (Again, if there was beer.)
Some of you out there may not be old enough to remember a time when you just went into a music store and browsed through it for hours, just looking at anything and everything. It was an amazing time suck that, sadly, is just no longer a part of our daily lives. (That is, unless you go visit the Middle East or North Africa, the only places where Virgin stores still exist.)
Nothing was cooler than Tower Records. Nothing. You walked in there, bought a CD (or two...or three...or seven) and you walked out feeling like you were on the cutting edge of the music scene...even if the music in your hand was from Chuck Mangione. (Don't you dare disparage the man. He is the finest flugelhorn player in the history of recorded music.)