“Honey – where are our records?”

Haven’t said that in awhile, but recently receiving a new knockoff of the radio/record players I saw growing up in the 1960s saw me looking for records for the first time since the 1980s. My wife keeps everything and they were hidden away. I put on one she had from 1964 and once more listened to a record. A record from 52 years ago. Amazing.

It’s funny when you get older how much you look back fondly on things from your youth that were once thought old fogey stuff. The new phonograph also has a CD player and is far smaller than the old days, but turning a knob to tune in a radio station felt cool.

I remember old people always saying, “Things always come back in style.” I thought they were nuts. But in recent years I’ve seen those old 1950s frame glasses now worn by the millennials and records are back, too.

Since I essentially teach history as a tour guide, it’s nice to see our modern world still has ties to the old days.