On a rainy afternoon last weekend, I went into my office, fired up my laptop, and sat down to talk with 14 other people. I was tired. I hadn't slept much the night before and had just come home from work. Seventy-eight minutes later, I left the room wide awake and refreshed.
I have known some of these people for years. I know a couple of them better than some members of my family. A couple I met for the first time. I've never been in the same room with any of them or looked them in the eye without at least two pieces of glass between us. When you're calling people from places like Chicagoland, Australia, and South Carolina, chatting via Zoom will have to do.
Of course, we were talking about records—or rather, a specific record. We do this monthly.
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