Lynn Haldren passed away today, and with him a little more of my childhood is gone.
588-2300…EMPIRE!
NOOOOOOOO!!! 
You’re right, it’s like a piece of my childhood is gone forever.
There was a rumor that this girl in my high school (in the Chicago burbs) was his granddaughter. Never got that confirmed, but I like to think I was only a few degrees of separation away from him.
I expect that at the funeral service mourners will be wall-to-wall.
mmm
This is sad…my husband ran into him at the Jazz Showcase a bunch of years ago, and said he was drunk as a lord…
588-6 Feet Under
I’d like to be there when they all pile into the church.
How many would be willing to shag after the service?
I’m absolutely floored by this news! I grew up with that jingle stuck in my head more often than not.
enjoying the subtle puns, keep them coming
Today?!!?
Well, that’s the triad of death: Liz Sladen, Phoebe Snow, Empire Carpet Guy.
He’ll be buried tomorrow. You know, next-day installation and all that.
mmm
Well, you’re taking somewhat of a liberal tack, aren’t you?
underfoot in life and underfoot in death.
really these kinds of punny remarks are just tacky.
Forget feet. They’ll have to measure it in yards.
So stealing that one for my facebook update.
Tacky.
Hopefully there won’t be any snags.
Now we’re just post padding.
When I bought some flooring from Empire last year and saw that phone number on the paperwork, that jingle came right back into my head although I hadn’t heard it in about 30 years.
A few years ago a local radio station stole the tune of their jingle to promote their oldies offerings:
He never worked for Empire, he was just their pitchman. Now I guess the guy from Victory Auto Wreckers, Bob Zajdel, will be next