Get well Jim!
|Message||Hot Poop is THE Walla Walla institution, and I love supporting it! Long live Hot Poop!|
|Message||Yo Jim! Here's a shout-out from Wilkes-Barre, PA. You may remember me as one of Garland's friends from high school. Every time I'm in WW, which is not nearly as often as I would like, I make sure to come in and get some Hot Poop swag. You should see the funny looks I get when I wear my Hot Poop hat around here. I can only imagine what people imagine Hot Poop is all about...... Anyways, good lookin' out. Keep up the good work!|
|Message||You introduced me to Led Zeppelin when I was in grade school circa 1980. |
Poop was still a dirty word in Walla Walla and lots of folks thought that little store by 7-11 was a den of iniquity. You can't imagine how gutsy and nervous I felt the first time I peeked inside.
|Message||HI MCQUINN, I HOPE EVERYTHING IS GOING GOOD NOW,....MY DAD AND I WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT YOU LAST WEEK,...YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL GRANDBABY!! PLEASE KEEP IN TOUCH,......|
I will always remember the albums in the crates-and how you always knew just where to find the album Bob just had to have!
|Message||Jim knows me as the FedEx Lady. We all went to the Grateful Dead concert the summer before Jerry died in Portland. 2 or 3 of his workers camped at my property in Yacolt on Memorial weekend.I will never forget it. Thank you..To Jim and Family..|
|Message||From Pendleton and love the store and make it one of my stops every time I am in Wall Walla. Can't wait to see you there for fifty years. Keep up the good work on fillin' us old hippies with the stuff that we grew up on. Keep on Rockin' !!!|
|Message||Wow! I love Walla Walla! And I love the store! Best record store ever! |
|Message||I just wanted to drop a line and tell you that I went to Walla Walla College a few years back and Hot Poop Kicked Ass then and I am glad to see that you are Kickin' Ass still.|
|Message||Get well, Jim. You'll never know how much you meant to a young kid just discovering music in 1978. So many great memories of the old Hot Poop. A major player in my young life for music and (when you grabbed some cash out of the till and sent us kids across the parking lot to fetch it) beef jerky. Loved hearing new music. The guitar picks. The inscense burning in the back. BAM magazines and mostly just the chance to hang out and look through stacks of records I had to have come pay day. If I never had the chance to say it before-thanks...|