It's in the Mail

It's in the mail. A brandy-new iPod Nano. 1000 songs. On a credit card. Heck, I don't like 1000 songs.

I mean, c'mon. My music "coming of age" dates from the mid-70s to mid-80s. Somehow, I doubt Steve Jobs envisioned his cutting edge Y2K product loaded up with vintage Fleetwood Mac, Steve Miller, Bob Seger, Ian Hunter, or even Widespread Panic.

I will enjoy those old classics while riding the bus.