The mail carrier grumbled, but the box made it: a fresh pressing of Higher Ground on heavyweight wax, and it sounds like a Sunday morning after a long Saturday night.
There is no fancy store here. If you want one, the arrangement is simple — you drop the Duke a line, and a record makes its way to you. That is the whole operation.
Supplies are, as they say, limited. Mostly because the man himself keeps giving them away to anyone who compliments his hat.