a steady 33 rpm in the whirling terror of existence in the 21st century
My turntable is dying. I must replace it soon. These modest stacks of LP's and 45's will see me through my remaining portion of the 21st century. This is like having access to all sorts of great pills but no throat to swallow them. I wonder who will get all my books and music when I'm gone. Someone who will love them, I hope.