I don't have any beauty shop memories. I remember the barber shop.

Sometimes those experiences crowd back upon the memory, and the past flashes back like a distant peak momentarily lighted up by sunbeam piercing through the clouds. Then oblivion again. Strange it is how the prosaic present may hide the exciting past.

There has never been a barber shop here before. We're doing really good.

I grew up on Loretta Lynn and Dusty Springfield. I remember lying about it; it wasn't cool to listen to country when I was 12.

كثيرون هم الذين ينسون حكايتهم مع الزمن ، أما أنا فلا .. وكيف انسى ولم يبق لي في هذه الدنيا الا أن أتذكر ؟؟

I remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing 'Happy Birthday.'