We still have
a working turntable in our apartment. "Working" meaning that
it's capable of playing records, not that it does so with any discernible
frequency. But this particular pulley isn't for that turntable, but for,
I think, the turntable with which I came to Israel. The pulley was necessary
in order to allow the turntable to turn at the proper rate of cycles,
and come to think of it, what was left in the envelope was probably the
pulley for the proper number of cycles in the States, not in Israel. Not
that it makes much of a difference, that turntable was thrown out perhaps
twenty years ago. |
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