Ground truth, a little piece of a city closely examined.
It's hard to be sure, but this might have been the alley behind U.V. Blake, where one could at one time buy vinyl records and modest portable stereos, and phono cartridges and needles for phono cartridges. Maybe radios, too. It's all been too long ago.
That is all for this day. Ground truth, like hamburger, is not good for us, but we like it anyway. Heh. Heh.
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