My sister, Short Round, and I went out this afternoon. It is a Sunday. In this the most civilized of all possible realities (USA) one tends to assume things of the convenient miasma known as suburbia.
As you may guess from the red levels of chagrin in my tone, we were let down. Indeed. Stores in this the most protestant of all possible countries are closed completely, or close early on Sundays.
The religious aspect leads to an obvious fact. Short Round and I went to browse and spend money on vinyl. The Record Store is in a nearby town Catlinsville. Catlinsville is music and church based town with wide roads and no train stop. The roads are large enough that it could be four lanes. Extra lanes are converted to metered parking. Store fronts are stone or brick
with engravings to say what they were at first blush. Its origins were clearly from rich people.
Rich people at that time were quite well to do. Well to do people go to church. Catlinsville is full of churches. Thus, everything closed on Sundays.
In contrast, Algernon City was the first American town to sport a train station. Termination in fact. Steam came first here. We are self-made workers with an ethic for chiselling out the cliffs to make room for our row houses. The only church in town is where Babe Ruth got married. Everything is open on Sundays.
No records, but I did find a super-cool mini top hat with back-flung veil in Algernon's very own Fairy Store.
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