Quiet Sunday. Casey’s out of town for a football game. I’m getting steps in, enjoying the fall colors and letting the mind wander.
As I look back on the calendar there’s an anniversary of sorts — on November 10, 2001 I bought the first iPod.
I still have the receipt (and I hope one day Apple considers a serif again).
Now we’ve got 100 million songs in our pockets with all the music streaming services. That’s wild.
It’d be more awesome if those services paid musicians appropriately.
So much lopsided, unlike this maple leaf.