Moron Vinyl

So, I get this call from my dealer friend, who knows that this lump of vinyl (5000 records in all) has been through cherry-picking processes, originating out of Drum City in Hollywood. Lucky to have gotten a few dozen 45s out of it, but the fun is in the search, isn't it? Well, is it?

Today, while on my sweat-inducing walk, I stopped by the local Salvation Army Thrift Shop where about seven cardboard boxes of alphabetized LPs had been plunked on the floor, and already, one collector was riffling his way through. Only LP I saw he had was Narvel Felts.

I scanned a few boxes - Aerosmith, Eagles, Jethro Tull, that sort of thing. Went home, few hours later, returned. Two guys were grabbing Tull and like stuff like that like it was Xmas, another guy was more in a Nat Cole frame; so, like monkey see monkey do, I joined in, found 2 LPs by Hank Snow, one by Freddy Fender, an Ace Cannon (great instrumental bed for 45 after 45 on wpmd, about which I'll comment later) & one on a Russian label - $1 apiece, good deal, I guess. As I was leaving, a young punkish girl settled in, began grabbing a Pat Benatar, so I guess vinyl is alive.

Dog, Dorothy got her yearly trim, wash and caging, while the wash guy got nipped as he tried to pull her out of a very confining cage, so I had to go up and supervise the trim and generally calm her down. Then I bought 8 gallons of gas for a 20 spot, too much.

Our handyguy, Shea's guy, Rick, installed a new kitchen lite, bitchen kitchen lite I must say. Tomorrow, 8:30 a.m., meet with police chief with possibility of taser training, not me, Lone Ranger.

Over and out...