Ah yes: the old #ColumbiaHouse mail-order record club. Sure, it enabled me to get that Grand Funk album I'd been hankering for since first hearing "We're An American Band". But then . . . I'd have to buy a bunch of lesser, rando picks (maybe The Guess Who? or BTO? Perhaps a later Sweet rec?) - paying full list price for the privilege. Me, I'd come up short every time.