Rob Gordon, High Fidelity.  I have 4 Mix Tapes I’ve listened to more times than is seemingly possible. Thank god they’re digital files instead of actual tapes or they would’ve ceased to be playable long ago.  Indeed, if they were records the grooves would’ve worn out sometime in late 2011. They remind me of a magical time and place from what seems a lifetime ago, but now there’s new and very different memories attached to them as well. In recent years my daughter and I have spent an inordinate amount of time together in the dad-mobile driving all over the northwest to go to basketball games in the fall and winter and softball games in the spring and summer.  Grandview, Prosser, Moses Lake, Selah, Burbank, Sunnyside, Pendleton, Hermiston, Yakima, and a ton of other little towns as well.  She always wants to listen to pop music on the radio, so I get my share of the Taylor Swifts and Justin Biebers of the world. But fair is fair and every 30 minutes or so I’ll insist on a run of songs from a mix tape and so new memories are built on the backs of the old. Â