So I just got back from a week's vacation (more on that in another blog, perhaps) and ended up heading to Murrysville to meet mom and dad as they were passing through on their way out west. Why did I meet them there? To take the old records, of course, so they can haul them across the country so sister Felicia can record them to .mp3 and memorialize them forever. Why, you ask? Good question!!!
A few years ago I read a book entitled "Tipping Point" which was a fascinating review of what makes something just seem to take off. I saw this phenomenon in action. You see, several months ago, M&D brought me their entire collection of old record albums with the instructions to "throw them away or sell them and keep the money or whatever you want to do with them..." Fortunately, I stored them in the attic of the man cave. Because a week or so ago, I saw a news story that Mitch Miller had died. I simply emailed the link to the story to my siblings and parents because we often decorated the Christmas tree while singing along with the album shown here.
Well this began an email flurry about not just the Mitch Miller albums, but ALL of them. This ended with me strapping a bunch of old record albums, that just two weeks ago nobody in the world even knew existed let alone cared about, to the Hawg and drove in emergency fashion to Murrysville so they can be expedited across the country!
Please pray not so much for mom and dad's trip, but especially that the records get there soon and can be recorded STAT!
