A favorite regular came in today. The stacks of records he brings to the counter follow an unusual pattern I’ve wondered about. He also has a lot to say and its fun to eavesdrop while he’s looking around, even if some of his claims are dubious (Mitch Miller performed on The Birth of the Cool…?).
All of the records he buys start with the same letter. Today its W, and I finally ask about it.
“Today is the 23rd. W is the 23rd letter of the alphabet. See, otherwise I’d buy the entire store.”
Its a wonderful system and now that I know I love it.
