A friend called recently to say that he was rightsizing and decluttering his life—his words. He went on to say that he had enough junk for a half dozen garage sales. I innocently asked if his latest personal epiphany included his impressive vintage vinyl collection. He said that his turntable died years ago with an invitation to meet with him cash in hand. I heard those rare tumblers click into place as I made a beeline for my door. And so, with this month’s fiv...