My brother and I thrift together, and thrifting together means scouring Goodwills, Salvation Armies, and whatever other similar places, mostly for records, sometimes for really cool clothes. We did this for about a year and a half solid sometimes dragging along our little sister. There was one momentous day where we went on a thrift store tour across Pennsylvania, starting in Northern Delaware and eventually moving through Amish Country, Booth's Corner, Exton (nicest thrift store I've ever been in - did you know at the right Goodwill you can buy furs???), West Chester, and ending up in York, PA (where my brother was living at the time). That day, we found a score of Beatles albums at a Salvation Army.

That was a great day. (We split the Beatles albums.)

On another occasion we were blessed enough to find TWO copies of Quadrophenia. For $.50 each. - That is why we do this, because when you find good stuff you get it for cheap.

I wrote a poem called "B-Sides and Rarities" about going through a records shop. It was published in a very small lit mag in 2011. A very local sort of thing .Although I have a physical copy the page has been written all over and I can't simply upload a pic, but i was thinking it might be something the record enthusiasts of Hubski enjoyed. The last time I read it out loud was the day my brother was booked at the local police station. He had to leave the poetry reading because the cops called him. (He is not in jail or anything. It was a long time ago.) #stories