Sunday, May 27, 2007

Oh, dear, I'm old.

My son thinks a record player has a big horn on it where the music comes out. I guess I should be grateful that he even knows what one is. And that it involves a needle.

I'll never forget, about seven years ago, when a neighbor's son got in my old car and looked around and asked what the knob on the door was for. Um, rolling down the window? Are you serious?

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