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My last name
is
Czech for game, as in wild meat, so it's likely that my
ancestors were hunters. Me, I stalk the 21st century in search of 45s and little portable phonographs on which to play them. This trip to the midwest was fruitful--whole stacks of 50-cent records and a cute cardboard player with a surprisingly big and rich sound discovered in cluttered basement shops. Years ago Sarah and I typed on this train. Now she napped in the sun while the records spun. It worked great! The rhythms overlapped and it only skipped once. |
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