When I was a teenager circa 1986, our local radio station, WMMR, hosted a somewhat annual parade, the Louie Louie parade.  It was just what it sounded like – folks marched down Broad Street singing Louie Louie, over and over again.  That was it.  That’s what fun looked like in 1986.  So, a bunch of us took the train into town from the suburbs, Louie Louie’d our way down  Broad Street to South Street, land of record stores, bookstores, novelties and new age stores.  Very arty compared to the strip malls of the suburbs, and we felt super cool.  In one of the New Age stores, Garland of Letters, which is still there,…