last night, at the record store, we pored over the stacks of cassettes that were being sold for 99 cents. some of them were bands we’d never heard of and some were bands we wished we’d never heard of, but some were bands we once loved. one was a tape he had bought for his mom when he was a kid. one was a tape that i had always wanted but never got around to buying.
we were surprised to find a few rockin’ tapes that were well worth the dollar-eight (including tax); i was even giddy. as i waited for the girl to ring me up, i couldn’t help but think, somebody’s hard work became another’s junk became another’s treasure.
i was glad to rescue the lonely tapes. the first thing i did when i got home was pop one into my stereo. i even sang along.