Despite the rain today, I thought I’d crawl off the couch and get out for a walk.
Normally, I listen to music while walking around my neighborhood, but I stopped doing that because this is what I use to listen to music.
Antique Sony Walkman
The last time I carried this with me, a pre-teen riding in a car with his mother shouted out the window “Mom! What’s that lady got on her head? And what’s that discus thing she’s carrying?”
The mother shushed her son and said “It’s like an iPod, only Frisbee-sized. She must be destitute, so don’t make fun of the lady.”
“OK, Mom. But let’s pull over and give her a few dollars. Will that help her get an iPod?”
“I don’t think so. She’ll only spend it on CDs.”
“What are CDs?”
“The things she has to put in it to hear music.”
“You put a disc in there and it spins around inside.”
“Mom, you’re going to make me cry.”
OK, so that conversation never took place, but I fear it will someday and then I’ll be the one crying.
Santa, please bring me an iPod for Christmas. That’d be swell and so 21st century.Stumble it!