I would then select a favorite long-play record from the stack beside the stereo and place it on the turntable. Then I would switch on the turntable and gently lift the arm, ready to play my favorite song. Turning up the volume ever so slightly so as not to awaken Dee, and placing my ear directly against one of the speakers, I would look carefully in the dim light to place the needle precisely in the groove for the third song on the LP. (CDs wouldn’t be around for at least another two decades.) The