In my boxing, digging, packing, straightening, throwing, keeping....
this little jewel surfaced. I asked my daughter if she knew what this photo was...
"it's one of the thingy's that plays records...I think...but, the middle is too fat...and what does the arm do?"
"you obviously have not needed to play two 45's of "ABC, 123" by Michael Jackson and "Puppy Love" by Donny Osmond quickly...back to back...without reloading the record player thingy"
Aging gracefully is becoming quite ungraceful.