So on the drive down to Indianapolis, Wilky asked me whether or not I made sure my tape recorder worked because the first time he had come down to the Combine his recorder had busted and he was forced to search downtown Indy for somewhere to purchase a new one. Well, I had used my recorder just a few days earlier and had tested it right before leaving so I felt confident. But this morning, after listening to one old interview, I rewinded back to the beginning of the tape and tried recording just to test things out and ... no beans. Yep, that's right, my tape recorder has decided to quit on me the morning of the Combine.
Dan has graciously offered me his tape recorder to use today so I should be able to get through the day, however I'm a little disappointed in the death of my recorder. Hopefully this isn't an omen of some kind. We'll see what happens as the day goes on.