One particular hobby

Music has always been a passion of mine; except for one thing. I can only play the radio.

So what does a clumsy kid with two left feet and who writes with the wrong hand, do? Collects.

If I can't play it, then I can buy it and listen to the genius in wax any time I want. And that's

what I did for 50 years. My 50s music collection built up to more than 18000 singles and more

than enough albums. My favorite was the little 45rpm; i could watch it go round on the turn

table until my eyes crossed. I memorized every word in the song, on the label and would

sing when the house of empty. Burl Ives or Ray Charles, I wasn't. But the turntable blasted

with doo-wop and rockNroll with R&B as a main course filled the air and I garbled along

with the songs and the house rocked for that hour and it was fun.

Later on in life feeling I had collected all the music I enjoyed; i decided to track down the

artists. By now they were no longer teen idols and most had been forgotten by the public.

Not me. They were as important to me at the present time as they were when I

was a teenager. In fact, they were my icons and I would brag about them whenever I found

someone who thought they remembered their name. Proudly I would puff my chest up and tell a

story about them and their music. In my heart, I knew most people just sat there respectfully

through my almost never-ending story.......but I would go on and on until I had covered all

the bases concerning these wonderful musicians and singers. There were a few occasions,

i had to wake up my guest...but that was ok. I enjoyed reminiscing even if I was only one listening.