Where does the time go? A wayward lunch hour led me to an exchange of misprinted vinyl… and 40 minutes in the meter turns into another 20 with a race to beat the meter maid while accidently freaking out ameoba security that I was stealing the records I accidently ran outside with.
So the mind goes while vaulting over stacks of wax as well, eh?
What’s more, it’s like fishing.
You are this boat… puttering along looking for hot spots flush with tasty nibblers…. and you can go through dead patches of water, as you flip through these cardboard vestiges… just to be overwhelmed by a whopper of a pool, back eddy, or spot that is just covered in vintage bites.
I love it.
Nothing, nothing, nothing… and all of a sudden we find ourselves in a perfect spot…. no other fisherman around, no other lines in the water, and you can take your time….. whacking wax fish after wax fish.
This was a mixed analogy to be sure, but I think you get it. Well some new collections hit the floor today, and holy moly am I glad I came with my nice pole and live bait. I found some Tyee that will look better on my decks than the wall…. but all in all it’s all the same….
them’s good eatin
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