We used to go to the Olsson’s in Old Town Alexandria, VA, now closed (probably because of little internet thieves like Emily White; my actions had no discernable impact on their P&L of course.) We went into the back cassette tape room. Wall to wall, floor to ceiling cassettes. My God. Public Image Limited! 10,000 Maniacs! Guadalcanal Diary! The Fat Boys! I WANT TO HEAR THEM ALL AND I CAN’T HEAR ANY OF THEM. So you’d strip the plastic wrapping off when the pot-smoker cashier went to Armand’s for a slice, because it had this little magnetic strip that would get the anti-theft thing going at the door… slip it in your surplus army jacket… and shove that damn tape into your walkman as fast as you could, when you were out of sight.