A few months ago, I wrote about how our local community college library needed assistance sorting some vinyl they’d discovered in the basement, and how enthusiastically I raised my hand. Friends, never let it be said that your obsessions cannot be handsomely rewarded, for the college officially hired me to sort and catalog all eight boxes of records.
Two months ago, a friend of mine who works as a librarian at our local college posted a photo of an “RCA Victor Prevue” record on Facebook with the caption, “This morning the maintenance crew at the College discovered boxes of what appear to be old vinyl records. I need help figuring out who could take a look and tell me if there are any of value that the library should keep. Any idea who to call?” I may have responded enthusiastically.