A spin through my fave record store

I forgot to mention that last week after my CT scan I popped into my regular haunt, Real Groovy.

It's a place I have visited every weekend for over a year.

A place filled with old LPs, cool retro tees, pop culture books and endless DVDs.

Last Thursday's visit was my first appearance in almost a month.

But this wasn't about adding to my collectibles.

It was simply about helping myself feel normal - a great escape from all that's going on.

The smell of the old vinyl. The sound of indy CDs blaring. Thumbing through musical biographies. Skimming through racks of cool tees.

I didn't need to buy anything.

I was rich from the experience alone.

Thanks for being there, Real Groovy.

Pee