prog | Here comes the rain again

"Huh... I have this on vinyl, actually," said the CD Spins guy, looking at the jewel case of the used Eurythmics - Touch album I am buying. Someone had put it on display, and it reminded me of the nicer (and rarer) bits of my life back in fifth grade back in Hingham, so I picked it up.

I smile. "I have some good memories attached to these songs, and figured I may as well own them," I say.

"Yeah," he says, conversationally. Then he pauses, looks really distant for a moment, and says, "...yeah," nodding once, more to himself than to me.

I wonder where I sent him!