Initially by Bicycle, Eventually by Car

The box was an early resource. For all things D.C. And some things that weren't.

It sat at the front of the store. On. Or next to the counter.

The box contained compact discs. Some seven inches.

Dischord. Simple Machines. Mostly. Maybe a Teen Beat.

The box opened doors.

Take a chance. Make a purchase. At worst. Sell it back. At best. Something special.

Success rate. Fifty percent.

For every Nation of Ulysses. A High Back Chairs. For every Gray Matter. A Holy Rollers. For every Lungfish. A Severin.

She would offer to make special orders. Specific orders. Always declined. Preferring to be surprised. Every couple of weeks.

Tsunami - Deep End. AKA. Used.