A Strange Trip to John Hinckley’s Nonexistent Record Store
On Friday afternoon, I found myself Ubering through Colonial Williamsburg—past wood-barrel trash cans and spilt-rail pens of dirty sheep—en route to an address that had been tweeted by John Hinckley, Jr., the man who shot Ronald Reagan in 1981. Outside the town center, I cruised a forlorn strip of auto-related establishments, then disembarked at a…