We walked down street in the old part of town. Thrift shops, an old movie house, coffee house, record stores, tattoo shops.
On a Tuesday afternoon it’s quiet. Easy street parking. The only other people around are a boy and his mother stopping at the candy shop. Before getting out of the car, we slip on our masks and step into the breeze.
She looks down the street.
“The address is 421.”
“Did you check if it’s open?”
No response. We walk on. Two doors down and there it is, PM Records
In the window are posters of Willie Nelson and Bob Marley. Beatles and Bowie.
Our search for “vinyls” was instigated by the turntable left by my son now confiscated by my daughter.
Flipping through the discs and I tumble back in time
Tapestry — fifth grade
Madman Across the Water, Led Zeppelin IV — sophomore year.high school
Songs in the Key of Life, Hunky Dory, Blue — junior and senior years high school.
What a Fool Believes — College
A look at the covers and I go to wherever I was when I pulled the black disk out of the sleeve and set it to play.
We walk out with Sade, Abba, Cher, and The Doobie Brothers.
Now, as sounds seep out of her room, I never know where I might be going.