A glance at my bookcase triggered another clearing-out urge, but this is one I want to ignore. In spite of not having listened to them for years, I’ve hung on to my old audio tapes. I did discard quite a few, but these are my favorites. Why am I saving them? Unless an excavation in the basement reveals our son’s old boombox, I have no way to play them anymore. It’s going to be hard to put out Eric, Sting, James, and K.D. for the next trash pickup.