Mary Jo's is awesome, but I have a special memory of that store. After a week long motorcycle trip through W.V. Mary Jo's was my last stop on my way back home to Atlanta. I was hot and exhausted, but not enough to forgo Mary Jo's. My husband called while I was in the store. I had told him I planned to spend the night in Gastonia, but I just wanted to be home. It was another 5 hours. I walked out of the store with my wonderful purchases, trying to figure out where I was going to add them to an already overloaded motorcycle. My husband was sitting in the parking lot in his pickup, with the ramps. We loaded the bike, I stripped off the hot leather and rode home with my feet in front of the air conditioner vent. It's one of my favorite memories of him. Now when I visit Mary Jo's, I take a moment to remember him meeting me there. Okay, crying now, but just wanted to share that.