


Gotta Make it Work
I got a LP for $1 cause it was missing the jacket. I bought some blanks and made my own. Got tired and goofed. I’ve got three more to design.



I got a LP for $1 cause it was missing the jacket. I bought some blanks and made my own. Got tired and goofed. I’ve got three more to design.
Snagged both for $5! Matches my other storage. Looking forward to cleaning these and moving my collection over!
What is it about getting older and reconnecting with high school friends? I’ve not spoken to these fellas in nearly 30 years. I’m not lonely. I ain’t got time to be lonely. Something came up, a song I’ve not heard in decades or memories of a cafe long since closed, and I went trolling the internet looking for phone numbers. I’m not looking to rehash the past, just catching up; maybe make a trip to grab a beer next time I’m close to town.
In my youth, I thought it was funny how my parents kept in contact with high school buddies. I’m encroaching 50 and realize my naivety. I figure everyone does it at some point.
Maternal family were cotton-pickers in Mississippi Delta. Paternal family from Central Mississippi. I grew up in North Central Arkansas. We either had white gravy or chocolate gravy most Saturday mornings. Now I live in SE Minnesota. Nostalgia being what it is, I’ve perfected my biscuits and white gravy. Now I’m trying to introduce my kids to chocolate gravy. My mother passed away in 2013, while I was in the Navy. I never got the recipe from her. My dad is near useless, as he never cooked when my parents were together. I realize it’s a reach as chocolate gravy isn’t a super popular breakfast item: but who has a recipe they’re willing to share?
I’m not 100%, but I don’t recall my mom using a lot of flour or thickener in her gravy. The final product was never dull (like a gas-station version). It was always shiny and super chocolaty. It was relatively simple because I remember helping make it on a few occasions. If/when I discover it’s equal, I’ll share here.
Maternal family were cotton-pickers in Mississippi Delta. Paternal family from Central Mississippi. I grew up in North Central Arkansas. We either had white gravy or chocolate gravy most Saturday mornings. Now I live in SE Minnesota. Nostalgia being what it is, I’ve perfected my biscuits and white gravy. Now I’m trying to introduce my kids to chocolate gravy. My mother passed away in 2013, while I was in the Navy. I never got the recipe from her. My dad is near useless, as he never cooked when my parents were together. I realize it’s a reach as chocolate gravy isn’t a super popular breakfast item: but who has a recipe they’re willing to share?
I’m not 100%, but I don’t recall my mom using a lot of flour or thickener in her gravy. The final product was never dull (like a gas-station version). It was always shiny and super chocolaty. It was relatively simple because I remember helping make it on a few occasions. If/when I discover it’s equal, I’ll share here.
Nearly $1 each. A few are in great condition a few are probably skip city. I also got Frampton Comes Alive, and John Lennon Shaved Fish.
About $1 each. Nothing mint. Grand Illusions is in good shape. These covers were all tossed due to varying mold on interior.
My favorite Weezer album. Spent $80 on this press and there’s an underlying crackle on every track. I cleaned it when I bought it and twice after I noticed the crackle on the first track. You really notice it between tracks. I’ve got an LP Gear elliptical stylus. It’s almost too painful to spin.
I keep my posters, original art sleeves, and inserts together in one outer poly. I don’t have the wall space in my office to frame/hang the nicer ones. Art in front/back and alpha sorted for when I want to do some light reading.
A few long awaited additions and a few picks from the local store to round out today’s cleaning.
What’s going on there? All the news articles I’ve read were vague on the details. I like Mayo Field. It’s not the best, but the price was right. It would be nice to have better facilities, but I also don’t want to pay $20/person.