The console radio/phonograph (we called it a “hi-fi”) was a loving hand-me-down from the folks while we were still at Stanford. They clearly figured that we had returned to California for good…
Friendly neighboring Escondidites, also headed for Cambridge, kindly let it stow away with their shipped belongings. Into the twenty-first century, even after phonographs became obsolete and the mechanism broke, the speakers were still good, and it remained a fixture at Timbaloo.
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Rick evinces some anxiety over the dismantled state of my descant recorder. He never did get into winds, as a kid. Only much later, perhaps when he and Laura and their kids lived in North Carolina, would he find the Irish flute an attractive addition to his instrumental repertoire.
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