



OK, here's how it went down. Saturday night in May, I'm meeting Rick Therrio in front of Quimby's and then we are going to see The Polkaholics. I get to Quimby's ahead of Rick, tell the girl inside that if some guy comes in describing me (easy enough, bat ears, cyclops) to tell him I'm coming back. I was going to take a few photos, as I did with the Rapid Transit Cycle Shop mural, then found this fantastical basement shop that might have been a dream only I still have this transistor radio that I bought for twelve dollars and it still works.
The photo of Rick was taken by Mark Kolodny and modified by Rick his ownself.