Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for April 05, 2020

I guess they were Larry’s cassette tapes I used to see littering highways.

I am very disappointed in you, Larry. The tape malfunction was a design feature, a planned event to test your capacity for absorption of the precepts they were touting. Could you grasp the program and follow it? You failed miserably.

“The first and most important lesson to learn about self-disci … whrrrrr … grrrrind … pzzzt”

Feel good? Now go tear the tag off your mattress!

Look at the front of Larry’s house. The hanging window screen, the pushed over porch railing, the uprooted bush… Larry doesn’t need self – discipline, he needs a chill pill.

I’ve often wondered how it would feel TO DO THAT!

Don’t stop him; he’s on a roll.

And he has the best tool available to fix the tapes right there in his pocket!

Self discipline? I’ll show you self discipline.

That’s why they invented memory sticks/thumb drives.

Larry lost it when the voice said “Now put in tape 47”, and Larry can’t find Tape 47…

I remember cassette tapes.

Those tapes aren’t a technology I miss. Dang things were always being eaten by the player.

Don’t throw it away, Larry!!!!!! I can crochet you an afghan with that!!!!!!!!!!! :)

I think I still have those tapes – in the original cassette format. One of these days I’m going to listen to them…