This time, it's mine. Well, technically it's Mike's. The Recordette, I mean. The shoes are my son's. The Recordette is the kind of thing we used to buy at the flea market with pipe dreams of restoring it (it's broken) and having all sorts of fun cutting our own faux old timey records. We gave it to a neighbor, who, like us, will probably keep it in the living room corner looking hiply vintage, until he moves and leaves it on the curb for someone else to pick up. Circle of life.