My family, forever steeped in tradition, always went nuts over holidays. Like Easter, which I always thought was the most curious of holidays, having been convinced by someone along the way that spending a Sunday morning hunting for brightly colored hard-boiled eggs secretly distributed in the most unusual places was an exercise that I or any other child might enjoy.
Saturday April 13 is Record Store Day, in honor of all the independent retail stores like Boo Boo Records and Cheap Thrills in San Luis Obispo that still sell vinyl LPs and 45s. It’s a day near and dear to my heart . . .
Hitch would have loved it . . . surely subtly amused. Had he been alive and well and standing in the middle of our local Walmart the other day, the Master of Suspense would have undoubtedly noticed a tall blonde woman pushing her unwieldy cart every two feet, only to pause to scan and scour the rafters in the store.
When I was in Saigon during the Vietnamese War from ’69 to ’70, I used to communicate to my relatives…