A quick note about my last post: I think that I just refuse to acknowledge the existence of 8 track tapes. Ooooh, I hated 8 tracks! First of all, recorders were few and far between. Second, I hated the way that they would change tracks in mid song. Pet peeve of mine, I guess. I don't like anyone walking on my music. Like when a DJ would talk over the beginning or end of a song. Or when they would cut a song short for a commercial. So as far as I'm concerned, 8 track tapes were useless.
I spoke with my Mom Sunday evening. Dad was convinced that they had moved and no one had told him. And of course he was frustrated and angry. It's the first time he's been disoriented in his own home. I fear that he's reached a stage when he'll decline very rapidly. Mia, what's your recollection?
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