I've made a very difficult decision: I'm getting rid of my vinyl LP collection (so difficult, I had trouble even typing the word "vinyl" just now). I've asked a friend to burn some of my favorites onto CD, and I'll probably keep and display a few (like my mono version of Sgt. Pepper). But the rest are going (E-Bay? Salvation Army?), along with my cheezy turntable.

I feel old. You can't go home again. Passing into the unknown. Either giving up or growing up, I'm not sure.