My mind is nourished by this stuff. My Instagram feed.
"Though during his lifetime he could not make a decent living, he will now keep generations of intellectuals both gainfully employed and well-fed."
You would think that people who own or work in independent bookshops and record stores would be willing to help you locate that elusive item that’s driving you crazy—but they are not. They insist that you check online. Why do we bemoan when these places close? What happen to those nerdy rock and roll guys and gals? Where did they go?