“"Three tracks. Seven dollars." As a dirt poor student, the thought stung like hornets chasing the half-melted Big Kat bar in my cargo shorts. Would the CD contain a coupon for a free egg at the local Faberge Hut? Was it hand-etched? I sighed. One of the greatest triumphs (indirectly) of the Industrial Revolution had been that, thanks to the wonders of mass-production, I never had to pay more than,”
