Showing posts from January 12, 2013
If you don't collect something, I feel sad for you. When I was in high school, my family took a vacation to Orlando. We went to Universal Studios and had a blast. Next door to Universal Studios, at that time, was the Hard Rock Café. I implored my parents to take me there to see what it was all about. Some friends in school had been wearing Hard Rock Café t-shirts and when I told them I was taking a vacation to Orlando, they suggested I go to the “Rock Shop” at Hard Rock.

Having never been to a Hard Rock Café before, I didn’t really know anything about it. I had seen some of the slogans on t-shirts: Love All, Serve All, which seemed cool. I agreed with my friends that I should own one.

When I walked into the Rock Shop with my family, who was in somewhat of a hurry to move on to something else, I was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people in there. I didn't have much time to find a t-shirt that I liked, and instead was drawn to a guitar pin that was under a glass case. The …