My friend Irene raved about an amazing psychic in London with whom you have to Skype. Judge me if you will but I scheduled my meeting asap. To my surprise, during our call I learned she was also a Medium and had connected with my father. After revealing two very crazy messages (if that is what you call them), she promised to send me our recorded conversation so I could go back and review. So now my mother who is also open to these things has been anxiously awaiting the package. It finally arrived today in the form of a…wait for it…cassette tape and I am trying to hunt down an old-school walk man to re-visit my creepy convo. But for now, I found this retro cassette pouch for coins, stickers, crayons and even the odd psychic reading.