I pass this building twice a day on my way to and from the Blue Line.

Just to the right is The Hole in the Wall, one of the finest custard stands around.

Great terra cotta details, although it seems to be growing a tree up top. Never been to the record store; I fear I might not be cool enough.

No larger point here, I’m just a fan. Oh, and also, for some reason the building makes me hungry for butterscotch. What’s that about?