In Brooklyn, where I used to live, people sell their used junk at "stoop sales" — as opposed to garage sales, which is the **rm in the rest of the country (where having a garage is actually possible). One sunny Saturday after**on, my friend Lauren was checking out a few of these with her 13-year-old daughter, Sylvia (names have been changed).
At one stoop, the seller had put out, amongst various knick-knacks and baggy T-shirts, a stack of old records. Sylvia picked up one of the albums and in**cently asked her Mom, "What are these?" Read more...