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Never Abandon Hope
For there are crates galore to dig through
It pays to take chances, though sometimes we have to make our chances and then our payments before we can walk away with crate treasures.
I’ve been reading headlines that make my stomach lurch, turn, retch, and plain old rile up. I’d rather not see the latest hijinks perpetrated by the convicted felon and his never-elected muskrat, but I am an informed citizen or at least hope I will be next week, next month, next year.
I’ve also been actively crate-diving during the months since I last posted here. I am pleased that in my absence so many new followers have joined, surely seeking escape and a leisurely stroll through all the LPs I’ve been amassing, collected from record stores, boxes left on the street, and in the haul I’ll be showcasing today, properly curated from several old crates at a place called Heyday Vintage Antiques in Charlottesville, VA. The sweet proprietor of Heyday told me that the person who owns the crates I dug through knows his stuff.
“If you’d ever like to find him, he works at a tobacco store on the west side of town with his father.”
Interesting, but if you know me well, you know that I prefer people’s records to the people themselves. I also don’t smoke and other than records, I’m not sure this guy and I would have…