I love my tape player and I take it with me just about everywhere I go. They’re really great. Put on the earphones, pop in a cassette, press the PLAY button, adjust the volume, close your eyes and presto! you’re in another world.

Every morning before leaving my apartment for work, I toss a couple of soft-rock tapes into my pocketbook for the subway ride into Manhattan. It’s as much a part of my weekday morning routine as brushing my teeth and combing my hair. I don’t think I could cope with the stupid New York City subway system without my tapes.

Well, on this particular day, I overslept and then had to race around getting ready. The last thing I did before dashing out the door was grab a tape and toss it into my handbag. I didn’t know what I had and I didn’t care. I was late for... Read More