Girl Put Your Records On!

Sometimes as i sit in my apartment, I often think, something is missing. Like a big question mark is looming above my head, like the Arby's symbol in those commercials, Are you thinking Arby's? But there is no words with my question mark, just a blank question hanging there. For months and months now, I would be in the middle of doing something, and suddenly stop, something is missing! I immediately look for my keys and my cell phone, because I am always losing (or at least i think i feel like I've lost them), but alas they are right there where i left them. What could possibly be missing? In those times I feel like I am stuck in a moment where the answer is at the tip of my tongue, but doesn't quite come to fruition. Then on Sunday, I figured out the mystery. My record player! I have been living a whole year in my place, and my record player has been MIA! Tucked into boxes, saved in storage. How did i get this far without it? I love the sound of records, the crackling of the needle meeting plastic grooves and the deep hallow sound out of an old speaker box. I have a Califone Record Player, probably from the 1950s. I've had other record players over the years, but this one is my baby. And it is portable too, so i can bring it along with me, like break dancers did with boom boxes on their shoulders. So I went into my storage room, climbed over boxes, dug deep and there it was, looking a little dusty and a lot forlorn! And if that wasn't bad enough, my records were looking a little dingy and ready to take a few spins on the turntable. The question has been answered, all is well, now if i could just get that darn Arby's symbol off the top of my head!