Okay, okay, everyone's gonna be all over the Cronkite death and retrospectives. But someone else with a generational impact just died. Remember albums? Talk about design real estate for creatives. dude, 144 square inches, or more depending on whether it was an double album that opened up. Tom Wilkes was a heavy hitter, and when you see the art in the NYT obit, you'll go whoa, I remember that [ if you're over 45 I should add ]. Speaking of albums, I've taken the talk about the return of vinyl with a massive chunk of salt crammed down my shredded esophagus, but the other night after swilling oysters at Stella's in Uptown my brother and I went into El Cheapo on W. Lake St, and in the basement - o m g - records as far as the eye could see - I haven't seen that many in one place since Amoeba records in S.F in the 80s, or maybe Tower Records at their height.