There are things from my past that I remember for no apparent reason. I used to record albums – and later CDs – onto cassettes so I could listen to them on my Walkman. It was the 1980s after all. The quirks of my handwriting were prominent on these slick pieces of cardboard. Black ink only. All caps. And as a left-hander I had to be careful not to smear the ink.
Writing on Tape Cases
