It was a sad day at the Sony Company. A single drop of rain fell on the last ever Walkman cassette player. It was a good run: 30 years. But times they are a changin'. Gone are the days of winding your music back up with a pencil, and cursing the $3.50 you spent on AA batteries yesterday for the damn thing that is now slowing Metallica to Manilow speed.
It's official. The Walkman, rest it's tiny, clip-on soul, has died. Sniffle, whimper.