Record stores

I woke up with The Police’s Born In the Fifties on my mind. That got me thinking to my early exposure to The Police – in a music store of all quaint places. I vividly remember browsing through The Record Bar in a Columbia, S.C. mall and seeing the Ghost In The Machine logos everywhere. Must have been 1981.

That got me missing the glory days of record stores. My kids may never grow up to know the joy of browsing actual, physical records in racks. There was a kinship there with other customers: just being around would often lead to someone suggesting a band to you you would’ve not otherwise heard. Its not so easy doing that in the age of iTunes (though Pandora comes close).

CAC

I conducted another CAC meeting last night and came home buzzing. There were 42 fired-up neighbors there: one of the largest CAC meetings I’ve seen anywhere. I’m continually amazed at how passionate people are about their neighborhood. It’s like a jolt of electricity to me to be in that room.

I may one day stumble into political office but I can’t imagine I’ll ever have as much fun as I’m having now as a CAC leader.

Salvia

How could a pediatrician-turned-lawmaker be so ignorant about drugs? Laurinburg Democrat Bill Purcell compares salvia to meth as if the two are remotely similar: a plant versus a caustic mixture of chemicals (including drain cleaner) – with drastically different effects.

Think the good folks of Laurinburg are running around crazed, knocking over convenience stores to get money for more salvia? Think again: even he admits there’s no problem with salvia.

Hey Rep. Purcell: that budget shortfall? Remember that? That’s the problem you should be trying to solve. How about putting the celebrity bills aside and getting back to fixing our state’s real problems.