Over the course of the last year, I have been cleaning out the house in anticipation of moving. One thing that I found was a stack of vinyl records from back in the day when I had a stereo console in the living room. Some of these albums are more than fifty years old. I even have the records that my high school band recorded. I know that vinyl records are making a comeback, so I set them aside thinking that I might be able to sell them.
My listening tastes were not normal for my generation. While other people my age were listening to the Beatles and other rock groups, I was listening to classical music. I also had a selection of Mexican and Spanish music and a few movie soundtracks as well.
Yesterday, I was searching for a store that buys vinyl records, and I found a place not too far from me. I went there with two bags full of albums. As soon as I walked in, I got the vibe that they wouldn't be interested in my old-fogey records. They said that they would look through them and that I should come back in an hour. I ran some errands and returned. They said that they didn't want any of them. So, I hauled the two bags home.
There are some other places that buy records, but I don't feel like traveling all over town just to be told they aren't interested. I know I could probably put them on eBay but, preparing for my move I have too much to do to bother with that. There is a turntable in the apartment that I am going to buy. I'll ask the owner if it still works, and, if so, I might select some of my favorites, and take them down to Mexico.