Road Trip today: heading down to the South Bay today (Downtown San Jose) to a shop that repairs audio components (These Guys) My monster Marantz is in need of service and these guys specialize in older components. They also refurbish and sell older gear as well, so I am compelled to check out the merchandise. I am in need of a decent tape cassette player.
My cabinet with some of my gear separated from the bathroom wall. I'm soooo lucky I caught it before it hit the floor! I really dislike stucco walls! Now it's sitting on my nightstand.
Did she also happen to mention that her password is: 1234 and ask you if that was sufficiently secure?
I started to reply a few times and just couldn't do it. It will take more tact than I can manage in an email right now. Plus hers is off-line
In the past I have told her that I would pin mittens to her sweater and also asked her not to use whiteout on the monitor...