Funny, I thought Martin Christopher was the great guy who was the manager.  It looks like MCs original post was deleted, but not before being quoted.

Last edited by Horace (2008-03-15 14:50:36)

The last time I was there, there were no walkers present nor did I see any "young guy" in any capacity as manager. There was a young-ish man, but he was an assistant of some sort.

The AAAC people simply like to make stuff up in order to "bemoan" the loss of something they've only accessed through the internet, or possibly touched via a thrift find.

I love how they mention an AAAC discount.

Last edited by Incroyable (2008-03-17 00:22:09)

I suspect there is someone posting nasty things about CCC as revenge.  The story about the check not clearing, paid to some "raggedly dressed" figure who was seen earlier "smoking in an alley" was simply too much - just the combination of descriptives to set off the net gent.  In any other setting this would be the equivalent of a bent spoon with burn marks and a gnarled post-punk figure marked by tatoos, scars, and drug use.  Replete with a delirious old man in a wheelchair, this smacks of a hit job.

CCC was birthplace to my first serious wardrobe. On an enlisted man's pay I managed a Southwick suit, shantung silk sportscoat,shetland sweaters, my first AE fifth Avenues and a handfull of ties and shirts.

That was the late 70s.Everybody in town wore a CCC straw boater and looked like  an Elliot Ness society or something.
The catalogs followed me to Southern California and back up to the Bay at UCB until they stopped.

CCC is not unlike a now faltering elderly uncle who everybody either is embaressed or amused by.
Everybody, but the nephews who remember a still vigorous man who taught them how to shoot a .22, drive a stick shift or tie a four in hand.

Last edited by Chris Kavanaugh (2009-03-23 23:50:53)