I'm only gonna be 42 this year. Elvis died at 42. My uncle Peter died at 42. My father made it to 53. My other uncle 63. Suffice to say, the males on both sides of my family are not known for living long. Since both uncles died of heart failure, we were hoping for an autopsy on my latest uncle but his widow couldn't be convinced that there was a point. (My brother and I would love to know if there's a congenital thing going on). Regardless, I've had this strange feeling for the last couple years that I'm on borrowed time.
Since I have no family myself, no extended family (no survivors on moms' side; fathers side has been.... granted their wish....) I too don't want my collection to simply wind up in the trash. It may not be valuable monetarily
, but it's curiosity value is through the roof. Prior to the world ending, I had been in contact with a museum in Seattle; the Museum of Pop Culture. The proposed plan would be that my collection would be donated to the museum with the dream being that there could be some kind of setup or display where not only could people SEE the devices and the cartridges, but at the same time have a small room where patrons could actually experience Quadraphonic sound.
The response I received was positive. They were at least intrigued by the idea and would give it some consideration. So who knows? I might be remembered for something other
than being a complete asshole. Who'd have thunk that to be possible?