Bull Moose, Brunswick Maine

Bethany writes:

Saturday afternoon and we were in Brunswick Maine, buying supplies for the beehives.  This Spring has been slow and reluctant, the weather largely cool with skies gray and rainy.  The temperature was dropping and the skies were once again clouding as we stepped into Bull Moose.

The store has the feel of a basement head shop with its dim lighting and postered walls.  The light from the sidewalk windows seems to drop away within two steps of the threshold.  Upon entering, the eye is immediately pulled left and down.  The left wall holds the New Release display and features a line of records phalanxed along the baseboard of the wall.  The glossy albums encased in a sheen of taut shrink wrap blink back a dull reflection of the day's fading light.  The display makes two statements:

#1 - this store is hip.
#2 - this store sells rekkids.

In the center of the store is a island of album bins set at waist height with sections partitioned off  for Electronica, Pop, Folk, Metal.  A very small section is labeled Jazz.  I spotted it first and dug in.  Tom hovered behind my left shoulder and, as I flipped through, began the process of vetoing.  "No, we have that, that one too, yup and that one".

The section of jazz vinyl was a bust today.  I sighed with disappointment but no one heard - Tom had already shot off to the Jazz CD section.

I was about to move on to the used DVDs in a quest for more Futurama when I nearly tripped over a bin on the floor.  More rekkids, but these were in the Discount bin. Being a tight-fisted yankee, I promptly squatted down and began to flip.

Portis head/Third and Mingus Ah Um!

I have come to the conclusion that some of the best finds in life can only be discovered while squatting - quarters in a carpet, brown toads in a brook, bees guarding a hive entrance, and primo rekkids.