Oh, how I miss a fine turn table, big speakers, and my old vinyl collection. I can hear the needle pops between songs now...exciting.
Same. I kept about 5, including the first one I ever bought, Meet the Beatles. I tried to sell/donate the rest when we moved, but absolutely no one wanted them. (Mr. DogBulterPoet was unsurprised.) I wound up giving them all to a surly gigantic tattooed moving guy in Cheyenne, Wyoming. He probably thought he could sell them on eBay, but I'd rather picture him kicking back with a mug of chamomile tea and queuing up Joni Mitchell.
I have to remind mysef that I don't miss the clicks and pops and upkeep of vinyl. Nor do I miss buying and replacing diamond needles, warped records, and buying albums that come pre-warped. We tend to forget the bad and remember the good. That's the very definition of nostalgia, I suppose. Now, what I miss are typewriters...