I first met Nancy Wilson Buckler through my daughters’ music. Nancy lives in Jacksonville (FL), and I know her son and daughter-in-law and their children. Some time ago my own daughters told me they’d had a great time listening to Nancy play the guitar and sing. They said she had a fantastic voice. A new CD Nancy produced is a testament to that voice, and one song in particular touched me in a way that few songs do. Nancy has no idea I am writing this. And she has no idea about something in my past that figured heavily in
There appears to be a print and vinyl wave in progress if news reports are accurate. Books and vinyl records are holding their own, with print book sales increasing last year according to Quartz. This is good news to me, at least on the books end of things. I love books. I declare I won’t buy another one every time I dust the shelves of books in various rooms of my house. Then I go buy another one. Or two or more. As for vinyl records, I haven’t jumped on that option yet, but I might. The latest report I
Will CDs soon go the way of the cassette tape? Maybe. Maybe not.