Over two years ago my grandfather and I decided the time was right to welcome my grandmother into the wondrous world of the 21st Century with a Zune 80 she could call her very own. True it was self serving, I had reached the end of my rope with burning CDs, and the thought that I may never hear those two dreaded letters again, clouded my judgment, for I had forgotten one thing. My grandmother it seems, goes through electronics like dental floss.
