Reading the jacket, blowing the dust off, holding it between your palms as you reverently place it on the turn table. The first pop as the stylus lands. I've been slow to let it go, and in some ways I just can't and I guess I never will. Thankfully I'm stocked up.
We'll see what happens with the books. Maybe I should clear out all these relics. I do need room to stock pile incandescent lightbulbs afterall.
In the mean time, my Garmin still can't find those darn satellites.