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November 27, 2007

Richardson’s Market

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I received an anonymous email this morning. Take a look:

“I went back in time and got Basil to give you a shot at the register. believe me, It wasn’t everything Brad made it out to be. Late nights guarding the register against one Kenny Hawkins and his band of cigarette stealing thieves (I literally had to make protection payments to the McCauliffe’s so I wouldn’t get kneecapped as I biked home) They robbed me blind. Eating day old ham sandwiches in the basement. eating candy and slim jims while Brad drank coffee and smoked cigarettes. Dealing out butts and brew to the aged drunk ladies stumbling down from Golden Memories or that bar across the street that used to be a biker bar. Watching the 4th of July fireworks from inside the store. Hearing the cheers as I made $4.25/hr.

Ok, maybe it was good for a laugh. Brad was forbidden by “Straight” to touch any alcohol. Well, all we sold at Richardson’s market was alcohol. But Brad didn’t hesitate to ask every customer to bag his or her own 40oz of Schlitz. That was the summer of 1989. I quit baseball to earn a little money paving streets in dover and working nights at Richardson’s. Everything looked rosy. The world was wide open. I was going to Alaska to live off the fat of the land. Much has changed since then. ”

note: the arrow points to a sign that reads “rotate the ice!”

9 Comments

  1. I miss brads cutoff camo shorts. How the hell did you find a picture of that?

    Comment by al — November 27, 2007 @ 7:38 pm

  2. is this a current picture? if so, that place is like a freaking time capsule. behind the cigs there’s an alcove i used to consider my den with my own personal pay phone in the corner. oh the dimes i’ve fed it. the three minute calls to the family in connecticut on those cold winter nights.

    Comment by sea n — December 1, 2007 @ 5:31 pm

  3. Richardson’s is no longer. He rented the space to someone who put in a cafe over where the ice was, the racks of porn that were behind that register in the picture are gone, the payphone, everything is no longer. It is a clean floor new cooler downtown scene now.

    Comment by Rolston — December 1, 2007 @ 5:53 pm

  4. shedding tears.

    Comment by sea n — December 1, 2007 @ 10:39 pm

  5. I googled Brad Eveland, I can’t remember when he passed away. I couldn’t find a date. If it wasn’t for him I never would have come to California. He changed my life. He smoked Marlboro lights and wore a pink baseball hat. I miss him.

    Comment by Rolston — December 2, 2007 @ 10:55 pm

  6. WTF? Brad Eveland is dead?!?!?!?! What happened? I wonder if the number of people we knew in high school that have died is above the national average. It sure seems like a lot of people…

    Comment by Lyle_s — December 4, 2007 @ 7:01 pm

  7. Yeah, he was 28 years old, so it must have been at least 9 years ago. I was living at Seans little trolley car house in Hampton when I got the news so that dates it. For the record, he was in Thailand and choked to death in his apartment.

    Comment by Rolston — December 5, 2007 @ 8:02 am

  8. Marlboro reds. I miss him too. And richardsons. Basil went to my church but would sell me cigarettes when I was 14.

    Comment by al — December 7, 2007 @ 9:09 pm

  9. by the time I was friends with him he was smoking Lights. Remember he set the house on fire in Redwood City when he lived with two asian girls? He thought they were lesbians at first?

    I was a stock boy years later at Richardson’s and met Viper, a cash register girl, there. She had been a porn star many years before. She had her fake tits taken out during the time I knew her. Viper was one of the first tattooed women in porn…

    Comment by Rolston — December 11, 2007 @ 11:46 pm

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