Licorice Pizza for Breakfast

A couple decades ago, there was a small chain of record stores in Southern California named Licorice Pizza. This morning I’m playing old albums – licorice pizza – on a new record player, an all-in-one device that also plays cassette tapes and CDs.

Recently our granddaughter asked Lisa what a record was. I took the old Sony turntable out of the top of the closet, plugged in the power cord, and connected the output to the PA system.

The turntable is the last piece of equipment from the Onkyo system I had in 1982. The last time I hooked it up, I played my Muddy Waters records. This time the turntable is still producing sound but the drive is shot. It doesn’t hold a consistent speed, which produces an annoying “warble”. So much for that.