In stark contrast to our new-fangled GPS, we pulled the record player up out of the basement and are now enjoying the musical stylings of the Chipmunks singing the Beatles. We’ll move on to more interesting selections later. It took a little work. The poor turntable didn’t want to turn, but after a re-threading of the band, it’s working just fine. On top of that, we’re burning through a lot of wood in the fireplace, so it just feels like an old-fashioned kind of day.