If you’re a thrifter, you know how it goes—or rather, how you go. You go, and you go, and you go. Pickings remain slim to nil. You keep leaving empty-handed, your hands feeling grimy after you paw through the old junk at Goodwill or the Salvation Army.
“If it was in decent shape,” you once told the thrifter next to you, “there’d be great stuff here”. He, too, flips through, then gives up. You shake your head in disbelief about how even that beat-up refuse, unplayably scratched LPs, nonetheless sell, often to young people who don’t even take the records out of the sleeves to check the quality. These consumers will have “vinyl collections”, all right, but their collections may be more suitable for framing or craft projects than for playing.