After procuring a 16 gigabyte iPhone 3GS earlier this summer, I promised Nephew Peyton the two gigabyte Nano I would no longer be using. Although the promise was made months ago, it wasn't until this evening that I finally got around to fulfilling it.
Following a lengthy restoration and renaming process, I burdened the tiny metal wafer with as much music as it could shoulder, charged its battery to full and slid it into a padded mailing envelop. Just as I was drawing the envelop toward my mouth to be licked, I paused, lowered it to the table and grabbed a pen.
And this is what I wrote: