My son came home today with a book that was accompanied by a cassette… a cassette… a what? What’s the matter? Were they out of eight-tracks? Are they going to send home a 5 1/4" floppy disk next? Unfortunately, we’re just going to have to wait for the next wandering minstrel to come by with his lute and play us a version of whatever is on the cassette because I don’t have a tape player anymore. I don’t think I’ve had a "tape deck" for more than a decade, and I left my SONY Walkman in my parachute pants.