Lightning fried my pops' cable this evening, causing him to break out his old portable stereo for ballgame listening purposes. Later, determined to play a cd, I discovered that the cd player wasn't (as I had been told) broken. Instead, the tray had been filled well beyond capacity (i.e., it contained two cds rather than one), possibly by a certain nephew I could mention.
The upshot of which is that I'm now listening to The Real Kansas City of the '20s, '30s, and '40s
rather than being taunted by the empty jewel case on my pops' shelf. It's about time
I got to hear The Kansas City Rockets.