IPOD Generation
I fell.
I stepped across the threshold of commercialism hell today–the entrance to the Apple Store–to return a gift, a 2G IPOD Nano. I left with a 30G IPOD, a charger, and an FM transmitter doohickey. It holds pictures, videos, and songs and just about anything else in a digital format.
It should be worth every penny on the return trip to Kansas tomorrow. Wish me luck. We are leaving at 6AM and are only supposed to stop for gas, restrooms, and a casino break.
Good luck with your show on New Year’s Eve MP. I don’t think I am going to make it that far North by Saturday but melt their faces off.
cg
