Lots of memories of Saturdays spent wandering the aisles of Fry's with my dad. He mostly wanted to look at the big TVs (this ritual started around the dawn of H

Lots of memories of Saturdays spent wandering the aisles of Fry's with my dad. He mostly wanted to look at the big TVs (this ritual started around the dawn of HD/flat TVs); I mostly wanted to look at the games and computer stuff. It was something we could reliably do to spend time together. My home store - Plano, TX - was themed after the history of the city itself. Lots of hundred-year-old photos, blown up to 10 feet across and labeled for context. I always thought that was so strange, but cool, that a national chain would put so much effort into localizing itself. When I moved to Austin after college I made my first big purchase with my own income at the Fry's here: a TV, and a PlayStation. The last time I made a real purchase at a Fry's, I think, was years later when the VR headset I'd been eagerly awaiting finally came in the mail. My graphics card was too old to support it, and having already waited a long time I didn't want to wait for another delivery. So I ran out to Fry's first thing in the morning and bought a new card (and a breakfast sandwich!). That feels like a good, classical Fry's experience to put a pin in. End of an era.