A SEARS truck just drove by my shop and on the side of the truck it proudly proclamied:
SEARS: WHERE IT ALL BEGINS.
What the hell does that even mean? Where what begins?
Nothing begins at SEARS.
Except of course maybe the 1930s. Or something.
SO TO SUM UP:
SEARS: Where you go if all other options have already been explored and exhausted and you just have to have a Craftsman Circular Saw Clock for your workshop.