Playing Tourist
Yesterday I took a trip to West Seattle to be a tourist for a while, with mom. On our wanderings around town, I came across a music shop called Easy Street Records. From the outside, it felt like one of those places you don’t fit in unless you know someone or look and act a certain way. But the minute I went inside, it felt like I belonged there. It wasn’t one of those new, shiny places, but a real haven for music lovers, a place that would have “regulars” but wouldn’t cater to one particular crowd or another. …