Dear CD Player with the Tape Deck Adapter,
I don’t imagine you exist any more. That’s harsh to say, but it’s true. Then again, my son has the boombox from my own young days in his room. And my daughter has a CD player I found at a yard sale for $5. Both come in handy – the library still lends out CDs. We still have a stack of our own somewhere.
So, when I’m feeling my most hopeful I think there is a chance that you are out there somewhere, still spinning sweet tunes. Or maybe an audiobook.
It was the adapter that helped you work your magic for me, turning the interior of my manual transmission, no AC, four door Saturn SL into an oasis.
At 5 p.m. I could get into my little white car and let tracks 1, 4, 8 and 9 of Dolly Parton’s The Grass is Blue carry me from work to the precious, brown-linoleumed little apartment with the plants in pots on the driveway.
Thank you for giving me music,
-e.