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One of the things that I used to love about going to parties at someone's house or apartment back in the 80's was the fact that the host's entire aesthetic life was on display. A wall of books, shelves full of albums. You could tell a lot about the choices one would make with those crinkled up $5 bills. Or not, if there were no books or albums that said as much to us twenty something snobs and unless there was a lot of beer or girls then it was doubtful that we would stick around. Nowadays I can't figure out how to make my phone play music in my car and that's ok cuz I'm old and silence is a much valued commodity in my world. Thanks Tom.

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