el magnifico musica transistico

We’re getting ready to run. Mo wants some music while she gets dressed.

I go to Spotify on the iPhone. The Eric Taylor station is playing a song by Steve Young.

I carry it in to her. Steve sings over the little built-in speaker. The sound quality sucks, but it’s music nonetheless.

Then it hits me. Fifty years later, I’ve come full circle. I’m  a 6-year-old again, carrying a small device around, listening to crackly music in mono at low volumes.

Thanks to a smart phone I could never begin to understand, a music app and a wi-fi connection, everything is familiar.

I am back to listening to a transistor radio.

I smile. I like being a kid.

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