Originally this is from a post about a record shopping trip in Chicago. I never wrote anything about it, but thought the photos might make some wistful for the days of visiting a store.
Shopping online just isn't that fun. I enjoy going through the used bins. I love the smell of slightly musty piles of records more than the petroleum smell of a new sealed albums. I love the random discussions that emerge between strangers.
When this is all over, I 'm visiting my local emporium and welcoming them back like a soldier from the war. Please do the same.
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