Earlier this week, I cut out of work early and went record shopping. I wasn't planning to do either of those, but it was sunny for the first time in, like, forever. So why not?
The record store by me is small- and by small, I mean there are studio apartments with more square footage. But frankly, that's half the allure. It's small enough that I can dig through the crates pretty quickly but large enough that they've always got new inventory coming in.
I decided on a handful of records and went to get rung up. The owner—and it's always just the owner—took a look at one of the records I bought, and that was the catalyst for a 5-7 minute wide ranging conversation.
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