Actually puts me in mind of the days when my favorite record/etc. stores were of the non-chain variety and set up in converted houses. Variety practically out the wazoo, and at least one overstuffed tabby cat on the premises. Special orders were no problem; the more obscure the selection the more improved your stature in the eyes of the store owners. The staff reading everything from Hesse to Vaughn Bode comics, with a map of Middle Earth adorning the wall. Lord, I miss those places.
Actually puts me in mind of the days when my favorite record/etc. stores were of the non-chain variety and set up in converted houses. Variety practically out the wazoo, and at least one overstuffed tabby cat on the premises. Special orders were no problem; the more obscure the selection the more improved your stature in the eyes of the store owners. The staff reading everything from Hesse to Vaughn Bode comics, with a map of Middle Earth adorning the wall. Lord, I miss those places.