As I mentioned, Mr. Big Food is a Hip Crip— confined to the Den with only his work ethic, baseball, and the occasional rant about Joe Moorhead to entertain himself. Until… .
Back in a corner of the Bunkhouse there are two boxes of record albums that for all intents and purposes have not been looked at in 20 years (except to pull out a couple of Grateful Dead albums to frame). So, thanks to the magic of Amazon Prime (I know, I know), I ordered a record player, and thinking ahead, a vinyl record cleaning kit. In my copious spare time when I am not cooking I have been cataloging and cleaning vinyl– I’m probably about 1/5 of the way through
Mr. Big Food and I had different tastes in music when we were in high school.
Last evening was a Good Night for Singin’.