Yoga Tales from Rural Maine: Old School

I had an iPod snafu today--for some reason it didn't charge overnight and I had *three* yoga classes in three different towns to teach today, and my students and I really like the yoga music to play during class. So, I used the iPod for the first class, but then it died so I brought my rockin' boom box and a CD to the last two classes.

"We're rolling old school tonight, my friends!" I told my last class of the day. "This here's my boom box, which I bought in San Francisco in 1996!"

"That's the year I was born!" said one of my students.

(!!!)

Luckily, my young student is holding up a little better than my boom box, which decided during Savasana that it, too, needed a rest. So my students had the gift of silence, and my voice, and the crickets outside the open window.

If that was the last hurrah for my boom box, I guess it was a good one.

Although...now what will I use to play all my mix tapes???