A guy walking past me downtown, singing a cappella, the old Kansas song from my youth, 'Carry On Wayward Son' and me wanting him to sing another verse.
- A day away from work giving me the time during daylight hours to partake in three of my favorite activities these days .... lunch, bookstore and record store browsing. Senior discounts at both and one that I needed to ask for as there were no assumptions, which always makes my day.
- All this activity took a toll. I left home feeling like I was 25. Returned home feeling much older than my current upper sixties-something.
- At the record store, it feels like the owner/husband wants to charge full price while the other owner/wife wants to give me the senior discount. I always wonder if my senior status is causing a slight rift in their marriage.
- Came across a record today that I've always wanted on vinyl because of its cover photo .... priced at $156, I left it where I saw it. A true record collector would have taken it home.
Tempted but in the end, walked away. Just can't bring myself to pay the asking price. Why is it buried in the bins and not displayed on the wall of expensive records? Such an iconic photo in my mind.
I've always thought that the people making jazz recordings from the 1950's and 60's had the best sense for cover photography.
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