Tristan Goolsby was probably the only person in the county, maybe even the Tri-state area who owned a functioning Sony Walkman. It had originally belonged to his brother but when Everett had gone off to college several years ago, he’d bequeathed his most prized possession to his little brother. Everett now lived in Portland and DJ-ed on the weekends, mostly at bar mitzvahs and sweet sixteen parties. Once a month, he would send Tristan a cassette tape filled with music from various local bands an