On Saturday, Steve and I decided that we needed a break from the soccer field, so we ran away into the city with the kids. First, we went to check out some exhibits at MOMA (pictures later). Instead of horsing around at playgrounds of Central Park afterwards, Steve decided to take us downtown to see a record fair, which was run by the local alt-rock radio station.

The boys got a subway ride out of the deal, which is always a cheap thrill. When we got there, I set them up with iPhones in the corner. Steve joined the other geeks and shuffled through old albums in milk cartons. I took pictures of the geeks.

I have a weakness for subcultures and there was plenty of awesome subculture action at this Record Fair.

It was almost all guys with a few gender-ambiguous types thrown in.

I remember sifting through racks of albums at Bleeker Bobs back in the 80s. These guys never left the 80s.

I've heard that albums are making a come back. People are nostalgic for the old pops and crackles of the old albums.

The Record Fair was super crowded. It's nice that there are places for people like this — people who have strong opinions about Kulturbeutel albums.

He's so happy with his new purchases.

Steve could have spent a long time at this place, but the kids were tired and I had enough pictures.

People complain that New York City has become too bland in its tastes. They say it has lost its old grit and quirkiness. For the most part, they are right, but there are still corners of the city where geeks can come out to play.