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Thank you, Jason Cherkis, for voicing in print (“Final Vinyl Days,” 11/9) what I’ve been saying out loud for years about the record stores in D.C. Back in 1990, when I learned that I would be moving here from Columbus, Ohio, I had visions of offbeat stores stacked with great vinyl, cool band T-shirts, and the like. Letdown? My wife’s leaving me wasn’t as bad as this! Was I having a nightmare? Are there no even fair-to-middling stores in the nation’s capital?

To be fair, Columbus has Ohio State University, which housed a number of cool stores that could keep the black dogs of depression at bay. And I simply know that I could have gotten a Fountains of Wayne T-shirt at a place called Magnolia Thunderpussy. Just try finding a Ramones shirt here. Or Moby Grape’s first album with the uncensored cover.

No matter. I will continue to be an analog guy in a digital world.

Gaithersburg, Md.