We've found a few interesting items during demolition. This one brings us back to lap seat belts, making mix tapes for that special someone with the Jane Fonda leg-warmers, overhearing a grownup dictate a letter to someone not named Siri . . .

Maybe we'll leave an iPod behind the drywall for another construction crew to find in a few decades--a relic that will remind them of road trips before driverless cars and, we hope, inciting a fresh round of grumbling about the days when artists made real music . . .

Behold, my young children! A finely preserved remnant of analog technology.