|Record player courtesy of Gramma|
Yes, it’s a record player and photographic proof that we had music before the iPod! I miss records…go ahead, call me crazy! Michael Jackson sounded sooo good on my Dad’s old turntable. Of course, that was before he got weird. Michael Jackson, I mean, not my Dad. There’s something soothing and methodical about the whole process of putting on a record…kind of like I imagine high tea is for the British. Go ahead and snicker…I’ll wait while you catch your breath.
The records are the same record story books I listened to as a kid back when television was black and white and we had to wash our clothes in the stream out back. Yes, these are questions my own children have asked me, the little twerps!
Know what these are?
|The Diva and Captain Studly..getting along|
Happy Thursday, y’all!