While cleaning out stuff in my basement these past few weeks, I’ve come across a number of items that have made me laugh out loud – stuff that my 20-month old daughter will some day regard as evidence of her dad being old and out-of-touch – stuff she won’t believe was actually a part of human existence.
* Encyclopedias. Those babies went right in the donation box. Now that I think about it, why am I donating those? No one will ever use those. Will they?
* Maps. Forget the donation box. Those were just tossed. Maps. Silly daddy. Just program the address into the GPS.
* Records. I love the crispness of the digital sound era, but man, the grainy rasp of a record spinning on the turntable is fantastic. She’ll never master the art of dropping the needle just right.
* Tapes. I have boxes of tapes, not only of artists, but Memorex 60s of my favorite compilations. Yes the mix tape. Man, mix tapes were the best – great for driving and great for telling your lady all that you are feeling (with a little help from Richard Marx). If you're struggling with how to explain this phenomenon to your children, here's a great video: