I remember back in the summer of ’79 (no, this is not some knockoff Bryan Adams song), when I was heading to Bermuda with my parents. As a rebellious 18-year-old, there were a million other places I would rather have been, but hey, it was Bermuda, and it was free. So, I kicked back in my seat on Eastern Airlines out of Philadelphia and lost myself in the high-tech world of my brand-new Sony Walkman. With this piece of technology, along with eight or nine cassette tapes and a pocketful…
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