GOOD AND BAD, I DEFINE THESE TERMS QUITE CLEAR…
—BOB DYLAN
recently started buying records again after a 30-year hiatus, thanks to my youngest daughter. She was 9, and I was gutting it out through the implosion of my first marriage. I was invigorated by the challenge of outfitting a new apartment on the cheap. I’d walk the aisles of Value Village in search of serviceable kitchen gear, and she loved to come with me, sifting through used books and house dresses while I assessed the quality of a skillet or stovetop percolator. She’d leave wrapped in threadbare pastel, cradling an armful of books by Lemony Snicket and Geronimo
