Old Enough to Forget

The Automatix Night Rider . The kids got this for me (along with a box full of other treasures) because: A. It looked cool B. It was sealed C. I wanted it All good reasons. I recently succumbed to peer pressure and subscribed to a streaming service. Yeah, I know. It's an adjustment, especially for me as I'm a tactile Luddite, and although I digitized my CD library a while back (just under a terabyte, and it took a while, and I do find I have to re-rip the occasional album, but it's rare), I still have a wall of shame in the basement, coupled with my regenerating album collection - it's sort of a space problem. One my wife constantly reminds me has limitations ... the box is this big, and only this big. Well there's still room. Although I have had to curb my visits to the store as I found over the last year in particular my funnel was getting to be ridiculously big, and I want to be able to really listen to the stuff I buy. A lesson I never learned in the '80s th...