I love my iPod. Seriously.
Thirty years ago I made the first of a series of moves, two of which crossed an ocean. In each case, I had to limit what I could bring with me and for every move a part of my record (read: vinyl) collection didn't make the cut. Michael went through the same thing, both with me and before we met. By 1987 we were reduced to a dozen or so records between us.
It has to be said, I was never too gone on the vinyl. I hated having to get up from what I was doing to flip the record every 20 minutes or so. As we replaced the vinyl with CDs the time I had between changes doubled, but it was still far too inconvenient for me. So when I got my iPod in 2003 what I loved the most was that I could connect it to my stereo at home or in the car and have hours of my music playing without having to lift a finger.
But today I walked by Tom's room and noticed that all his CDs are still here. He left them behind when he moved to Boston, but he didn't leave any of his music behind. It all went with him in his pocket.
I really love my iPod.
