I keep records. They’re not the vinyl kind. Those I might be able to sell on eBay. Oh, if only I had that Michael Jackson album I got as a gift when I was a kid. It would probably be in mint condition – possibly never touched by a needle.
No, these are the boring kind of records – not that Michael Jackson was a…
No, I just can’t do it. It’s just too easy.
No, I should really know better.
When Cheryl and I moved here from Orlando we lived with her parents until we could find a place for ourselves. For almost as long as we’ve had a place of our own, Cheryl has been keeping an eye out for a place we could share with her parents.
Every time she’s proposed a place my answer was very simple.
NO.
I’ve never wavered. Every time I’ve…