This picture brings back ol' memories of my days in Philly (working at Tower Books for $5.50/ hr) when my thrifting trips were at the height of scoring. No obstacle too great or SEPTA commute too hazardous to reach the best thrifts. which of course are always located in the dankest, darkest, drippiest subterranean corners of the city. But they were some fun times indeed. that's me on the left.