My faithful old friend, my white little travel partner, from train, to plane, from bus ride, to el, from block to block, to travelling in the car, you were always with me.
After three long years of relentless service, my iPod is dead. In the last year of his life, he started to show slight signs of Parkinson’s, forgetting that I had just recharged him. And over the years, I guess I could have taken better care of his shiny coat. It’s not what it used to be.
And even though there were many like him around town, he was mine. And only mine.
Good bye old friend. I’ll miss you.
