
From left to right: my grandson Nick, my favorite son in law Nate, daughters Nikki + Renee, best friend and mother to our children Claudia, me, and my husband Rick. Claudia’s husband Steve Atkins is taking the photo, if you haven’t guessed by now We are an American Family.
On Facebook back in 2019 I invited everyone who either worked at The Balcony or shopped there to take a picture of themselves posting it with their memories of The Balcony. The invitation is still open if you would like to send me photos and memories please do. Email address is MyviewfromTheBalcony@gmail.com. I will be glad to add them to this page. Peace and love everyone.



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Today we are celebrating the 50th year of my family’s store called The Balcony. Thank you to my Uncle Mike Smith for the T-shirts and the idea for sharing our memories. When people find that I was associated with the store they always have nice things to say, which always makes me smile. However, The Balcony was more than just a cool place to buy records or jeans for me. It was home. It was my first job, where I got my clothes for school, learned a special appreciation for music, and met so many amazing people. I have so many memories over all the years that I spent being a part of something that was truly special to me. I could probably write a book about growing up Balcony with all the memories I have. Most were good, some not so great. At the end of the stores existence, I rarely went there due to some unfortunate family dynamics, in fact, I didn’t visit once during the final year, missing the closing of the store, something that I regret to this day. My favorite memory of The Balcony came years after it had closed. I was waiting for a friend in front of the Tower theater to see a show and I walked up Ludlow street to the back door of the store. Amazingly, it looked exactly the same the last time I walked through it. A felt banner still hung at the top of the window with the stores symbol. I felt a feeling of sadness, as if I was standing in front of a friend that had passed away with my not being able to say goodbye. It was at this moment that a girl and her friends approached me asking if I was going to the show as they were looking for tickets. It was sold out. I didnt know it at the time, but The Balcony gave me its final gift that night, because that girl I met later became my best friend, my partner in life, my beautiful wife Shawn. Thank you Balcony. I don’t know what life would have been like without you.



It’s impossible to come up with just one memory to share from The Balcony. It was a huge part of the 1st 17.5 years of my life. I was born in 1970 and the store closed in the beginning of the Summer 1988, the year I graduated high school.
When I was really little and I would be home from school sick I would get to bring a sleeping bag and go with my dad to hang out with him at the original store.
I can remember I couldn’t wait till Saturdays to go with my mom to drop off the paychecks for everyone.
I was so excited when I was in around 6th grade or so I could actually fit into the clothes that we sold there!!
Freshman year I started working there every day after school and weekends and I did this all through High school. I can still almost feel how heavy those front doors were and the smells are all too familiar when I go into some of the shops down the shore.
One of the best parts were all the amazing employees I met and am still friends with few today and if it somehow comes up in a conversation there are not many people who don’t remember it!
You name it we sold it! Jordache jeans, Michael Jackson jackets, Iron on shirts, jewelry, posters and everything in between!
As an adult I realize now the gift that my uncle and my dad had to just know what items customers would want and to be so young and have the courage to take the steps they did to create such an amazing successful business. There’s not many people who would be brave enough to do the things they did back then!
I can remember when they built the walkway bridge from the terminal to the corner and how stressed my dad was about this b/c it dropped people further away from our door, he was afraid of losing customers b/c of it ( I don’t think that happened) but I’m sure any small business owner can understand the worry he must have felt.
My dad was amazing at hemming customers pants and he always tried to keep up with the times offering to sew patches onto denim jackets and even creating custom pants for our customers by combining the colored LEE pants and making them 2 toned.
My uncle would often travel to New York’s China Town and bring back all kinds of cool stuff to sell. Uncle Mike always had a knack for music and was our official in house DJ always playing the best music for us and our customers. I could be wrong but I feel like I remember Bob Marley being played after we closed on a lot of days!
Being across the street from the Tower was awesome! Name an 80’s band and there’s a pretty good chance I saw them at the tower. I would get off work and go over and score awesome seats on the spot.
I could go on and on as this was my life for 17 years. It was so sad when we closed, I remember it happened so fast we really didn’t have time to think about it. I came home from senior week and it was all done. I wish I had more (or any lol) pictures from the days I worked there to show my kids.
I am who I am today because of this store. The things I learned here aren’t in any books and can’t be learned in school and have helped me in every aspect of my life! I feel bad for kids these days b/c they don’t have anything that anywhere near compares to 69th street!

So I got to work at the Balcony as a kid, barely as tall as the counter. I bagged things for customers and eventually dragged my stool around the store to cut gold chains, press custom shirts, sell music and more. I wanted to learn and do any of it, and probably wanted to be just like my Dad. Everyone said I look so much like him, it’s like he just spit me out. (Gross!) But then then they always followed that with how much they loved him. (Ok, good.) I had a blast going to work with my Dad, and all of you. I was lucky to be near my big cousins that I looked up to. I remember once in while grabbing lunch with Heather. I remember the exact smell of incense and hot irons, the giant star at the bottom of the steps between floors, and music- always good music. It was fun to be working across from a landmark like the Tower. I was lucky to get to see so many concerts before most kids my age did. I will neer forget the very last day. As we finished packing it all up, I think it may have been Mike Green (?) banging on the door. “I know you’re in there…..” Pretty sure we laughed until we cried.
Years later as we were introducing Dad to facebook, I saw that this page had been started and told him about it. At the time he hadn’t embraced social media the way he does now, and he kind of looked at it like why… As you can see he has come to REALLY appreciate this space, that someone not even related to us, created for sharing the memories. To know that so many others appreciated what was more than just a store to us is pretty amazing. I am very thankful for this experience that shaped me to have integrity towards work and to be able to get along with all kinds of people.
Just some of my Dad’s memories-
The Balcony was the first Head Shop in Delaware County and for the first few years our incense sales paid the rent.
Bob Marley and his band came to shop before his show at the Tower, and yes, the smell lasted
for days. (but it was fun).
We were sued by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards for selling unauthorized tee shirts.
David Bowie wore a shirt we gave him on his second tour.
We were the first store to have our own silk screen company in the basement. We made and gave away thousands of Balcony tee shirts.




I especially liked going to New York with Mike picking out new merchandise for the store.We had great customers too.
Eddie









I treasured being upstairs and hated when I was called upon to help downstairs. You were like a father to those of us upstairs and tried your best to protect us from any shenanigans happening downstairs. I was young and I am sure lots happened there that I had no idea about.
I do have one specific memory of two gentlemen coming in wanting to see a scale and when I pulled the scale out for them to see they dropped a bag a large bag of what was likely cocaine and I immediately said you can’t have that in here and they tried to give me a hard time and questioned my age and we’re getting aggressive. When I yelled for you at the register you came over and tried to diffuse the situation. I remember that there was an argument and the two men left and you followed them out of the store. That evening you were worried about me and If I recall you stood outside watching me walk up Hampton Rd till I turned on my street.
There was another event that had taken place when I was showing some sunglasses to a couple and unfortunately was playing with a wall stapler (stupid) when I pierced my index and middle fingers together lol! I remember that you tried to come into the bathroom and I would not let you come in and you ran to Rite Aid and got a septic pen to help the bleeding! Some of my best memories were working with you behind the irons on a busy Saturday afternoon
and I loved being there when there was a concert at The Tower & having people come in before the show.
I’m excited for your book and look forward to hearing more ❤️
Can’t seem to find Katy at all either. Sorry!


opened! Thanks Mike for the shirt lots of memories bought many pairs of Wrangler jeans there!!

Linda Smith: I wish I knew you then Mike Smith, but the last 30 years have been fun, we were the fun office room!! My friends and I would sneak to 69th st on the Trolley to go shopping at our favorite jean store, The Balcony hard to believe it was 50 years ago. Thanks for reminiscing 🚶♂️🚶♀️