Funny how memories just sort of pop up. When they are from way back or particularly happy they almost have a serendipity quality to them. I just randomly flashed on my life during college days in Tucson, AZ. Overall a very good and interesting time in my life. In particular I just thought of this bookstore I used to go to on 6th St. and Tucson Blvd. No I don't remember the name. It wasn't huge, didn't have places to sit or drink expensive coffee drinks. What it did have was a really cool selection of underground and boutique magazines. I remember getting a cool one on Jazz: Coda from Toronto,CA there.
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