As already described, I stepped out of a Billings breakfast and stumbled into a record store. Just before that, I came across a St. Vincent. Alas, it was permanently closed but they left a forwarding address. So I started to walking across Billings to my destination.
It was a 1/2 mile or so I think and the neighborhood got quieter, less traffic, no pedestrians, I was all alone. I finally arrived and saw the clear distinction between the floors, evidenced by the crowd that had formed outside (which included the fellow I later saw chilling under the sign with his coffee and rucksack).
Alas, it was nothing doing as they had nothing of any interest, save for a book of sheet music for a Neil Sedaka album I've had for a while. As alluring as it sounds to try and learn 'Laughter in the Rain', I left it behind for another hunter deep in Montana, as I was on that morning.
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