Cooper and I enjoyed a brisk walk this morning in 35-degree weather. You know the kind. Cold enough to see a little puff of your breath, but not cold enough to convince Cooper that it might be a good day to stay indoors.
It will be a bit chilly if I decide to work in the mancave today, which, let's be honest, is probably exactly what I'll do. Yesterday I made the final two trips to pick up the remaining 45s and CDs from the record store collection. For perspective, this store opened in 1972 and closed in 2008, meaning I've essentially adopted several decades of musical history along with enough cardboard boxes to single-handedly support the local recycling industry.
I was also given a box of signed artist photos that I haven't even begun to explore. So far I spotted one from a North Carolina beach music group that will likely find its way to my friend Julian in South Carolina. Beyond that, who knows? It's a bit like opening a time capsule assembled by deejays, collectors, and music fans over the course of thirty-six years.
Most of yesterday was spent carving pathways through the mancave so I could move around without needing a surveyor, trail markers, and emergency rations. I had planned to make a Sam's Club run for shelving today, but then remembered the bed of my truck is currently occupied by enough empty shipping boxes to build a small fort. Recycling duty comes Tuesday, shelving comes later. The good news is I have Wednesday off and lunch planned with several retired friends. The better news is Thanksgiving week is approaching, which should provide a few more uninterrupted hours for excavation efforts. At the rate I'm going, future archaeologists may classify the mancave as a significant historical dig site.
Today's selection is another gem I uncovered while digging through boxes a few weeks ago. I doubt there are many gospel records hiding among the 16,000-plus pieces I just acquired, because I believe I bought hundreds last year during my last dig.
One thing I absolutely love about gospel records is the group names. Rockabilly bands called themselves things like The Wildcats and The Rocketeers. Gospel groups weren't afraid to aim much higher.
Today's artists are The Young Peoples Choir of the Abbysinnia Baptist Church, a name that sounds less like a group and more like the entire congregation showed up for the session.
And honestly, that's part of the charm.
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