A year or two ago my SIL's father in his mid-90's decided to add to some of a WW2 memoir that he'd started earlier. Since he was no longer able to type, he used a cassette recorder, and I still had a player that worked, already set up behind my desk here, so I got to type out what he said. It was a wonderfully exciting story because he was a navigator on a B-17, and they most certainly had some adventures and close calls. Oddly, the cassette player was just part of a little shelf system my kids had gotten for me some years ago that has an MP3 player, which I used until it failed, and I still use the radio in it, but I don't think I'd ever used the cassette before (or since). It served its one purpose. The dear old man has since passed away, so there will be no more stories from him.