I've got a lovely little record player. I bought it at a fantastic antique store over spring break. It's a tiny blue suitcase made from some sort of pasteboard material. I smiled so hard the first time I played my record of big band hits from the thirties. It's one of those things that just does make you smile . . . Bing Crosby, Peter Paul and Mary, the little record player itself, the square record covers, and the crackly-whispery sound it makes when you set the needle down . . . It takes music to a new level of happy.