I bought a 115-year-old music machine.
The road to acquisition started with a visit to the in-laws near Fort Myers, Florida. Free from work, but captive in an older parents’ house means doing stuff like scanning weird signs from HomeGoods or a crème di menthe bottle collection from 1972.
These moments don’t quite take up all the ample leisure time availed to you on a visit like this. Religious or political discussions could, but it would be best if all involved maintained some amity before any of us end up leaving this mortal coil.