The machine roared. Twice normal speed. The left deck’s tape spun at a furious pace, the right deck’s record head magnetizing the blank tape in a blur. It finished a 45-minute side in under twenty-three minutes. He played back the copy.

His project began on a Sunday.

The tape deck arrived on a Tuesday, in a box that smelled of ozone and old cedar. Arthur, who was seventy-three and had recently decided that nostalgia was a form of cowardice, almost sent it back. But the listing on the estate sale site had been clear: Pioneer CT-W901R. Dual cassette deck. Works perfectly. $40. He remembered the price of this machine in 1991. It was more than his first car.

It said: “Again.”