File under E for ‘Elon Musk might be right – this could be a Simulation’.
So one Saturday morning a few years ago while playing a Herb Alpert record, I say out loud “Herb Alpert is the shit. We really should get some more Herb Alpert records.”
And with that I take Henry for a dog walk in Parkdale.
We pass a smattering of records haphazardly stacked on the sidewalk.
There are a half dozen Herb Alpert records in it.
Reader, I recount this story not just to pay homage to the genius of the man with the trumpet, but also to remind you that life makes no fucking sense.
Anything can happen. Stay positive. And believe in your ability to manifest a stack of used records.