I leave it you to determine the time frame, but I started collecting 78-rpm records as a teenager. Fortunately, my fledgling collection was modest enough that my transition from shellac to 33-1/3 rpm vinyl, which began a couple of years before I went off to college, did not pose any lasting economic hardship. I have no idea of whatever happened to those once-prized platters, but I do recall packing a box of 26 precious LPs to accompany my quest for enlightenment. The college was Wesleyan University, from which I earned a liberal arts degree with a concentration in music history. By the time of my graduation the collection had grown somewhat, but it was still easily transportable. My earning years were spent in publishing, first as a production editor with a major purveyor of college textbooks, but later and much longer for Music-Book Associates, which was as small as my former employer was large. Our function at MBA was to produce camera-ready copy for publishers, most of whose staffs had little experience and less interest in assembling books that combined text and music illustrations. It took, literally, decades, but our specialty, fine hand work, was eventually rendered obsolete by the computer, and I eased into retirement. Along the way I met Joel Flegler and assisted him in establishing this very journal. His name and mine are the only ones that have appeared on the staff page of every issue of Fanfare since its inception.