Spinning the Needle

When I grew up we didn’t have an eight track tape player, c.d.’s, an ipod or anything like that but my parents would enjoy listening to music on their record player. We were pretty high tech . At Christmas time my dad rigged it up to pipe music from our record player to the outside so all who passed by could not only look at our manager scene but enjoy some good Christmas music as well. For many a recorder player is a thing of the past as there are very few people that own a record player or any recorders. However each night Vern’s dad enjoys sitting down to listen to his records. He has a system so that he listens to one or two records every night and he rotates them so he goes through all of them and then starts over again. He has a fair size collection of them. Although my parents had quite a different selection of records, it has never the less brought back a flood of memories from my childhood. It’s a nice warm fuzzy feeling.