The music here was fab on Saturday, I didn't want to leave. 1970's funk and disco hits played at top volume on a scratchy stereo. Along with laundromats, the Salvation Army is another place that always seems to calm my nerves. Since nothing is the same on the racks of clothing, (although the Salvation Army ALWAYS organizes by color) it is sort of meditative to click through the racks. You concentrate yet you don't. I miss the Sal's on 5th Avenue and 13th Street in Brooklyn, now it's some sort of eco-luxury condo amidst the disappearing bargain stores. How long will this one on Atlantic Avenue be here? How long before it turns into Barney's Brooklyn? How boring would that be? Very.