rockin' and rollin'

Our stereo set-up has been out of commission for a while.  We've been using my computer to play music here and there, but not nearly as much as we did before the bigger rig went on the fritz.  Late this afternoon my beloved brought the boom box I've had since high school in from the garage and hooked it up.

The elder lad got a lesson in how to make the thing work, rifled through the CD collection for his long-silent favorites, accepted a few requests, and queued them up DJ-style.  We took a dinner break, but he finished speedily and said, "now it's time to rock 'n' roll!" 

As he strummed his air guitar, I watched him intently, wanting to impress upon my memory forever the delight on his face and revelry he took in operating the equipment.  Though we agreed that a volume level of 10 was probably about right, he informed us that when he is in college, he's going to crank it up to "11 or 12."

Rock on...