Sometimes the stereo grabs you when you least expect it. Last night I finally got my Merrill/AR turntable up and running after a year in storage. This morning I was listening to Sinatra’s In the Wee Small Hours on it as the sun came up, and all the pains in the ass that my stereo has given me were forgiven. I’m sure you’ve all had those moments where it all just works. Not in the functional sense, but in the making the world alright sense.