Every time I see the Family Guy where the old gentleman says he bought his pants on sale at Caldor, I crack up. My mother LOVED Caldor. There was one a three-minute drive from our house, and the day it turned into an Ames was a black one in the M Slash household. Nothing in that space has ever stayed; in my 25 years, it's been a Zayre, an Ames, Caldor, back to Ames, and now a Home Depot.
I think my favorite story about these changes comes from my mother's high school students circa 1990. She asked them to fill in a blank map of the world. One student relabeled Zaire as "Ames," since Zayre was now Ames. That's just the kind of fun you can't have with the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
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