Among the birthday offerings to my dearly beloved is an iPod. An iPod nano, to be precise.

As usual, we’re late to the game, because of my lingering (if you want to call 37 years or so ‘lingering’) annoyance over 8-tracks. (And if you don’t know what an 8-track is, don’t ask. I couldn’t take it.)

I bought it a couple of weeks ago, and decided I’d learn how to use it, so I could teacher her how to use it.
Already familiar with iTunes, I downloaded about 600 songs into the iPod. You don’t know how much music you have until you get one of these things.

(Quick sidebar on iTunes: it amazes me that the songs cost 99-cents each. The first single I bought [“Sherry” by the Four Seasons in 1962] cost 99-cents at Patruno’s Variety store in the shadow of Saxonville (MA) School. What else costs the same after 45 years??)

Anyway, once I got the hang of the iPod, I became very attached to it.

Any song I want. Whenever I want it. All on this thing that’s smaller than a credit card.
I even learned how to play it through the speakers in my car.

As a matter of fact, I didn’t want to hand it over. But I did. And she really likes it.

DAMN!!

Guess I’ll have to buy another for myself.