Anyone know?
Do you mean blank tapes?
no silly…he’s worn out his Iron Butterfly tape
Funny Story:
I burned my brother a whole bunch of CD’s, stuff I knew he would like. The next time he comes to visit me, he asks, “Could I turn these into cassette tapes for him?” He bought a car, new to him, that still had a cassette player but no CD player. The last time he was in, I told him that I could get him a device that would play an MP3 player through his radio. He declined, too technical.
16G in the truck 
six of 'em empty
Thrift shop? 
does the drug store still have 'em or just CDs?
I’ve no idea . . . rarely shop there at all! They might, though.
Blank tapes. No, drug store doesn’t seem to carry them no mo.
Thanks, denny
How many do you need? I’ve got a few floating around. In fact, I’ve got one, still in it’s shrinkwarp right in front of me. If it was ridiculous, I’d mail it to you.
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But if I wanted to get more, I’d go to what gets called a dollar store up here. Jobbers in Hong Kong pack up container loads of assorted crap. Shipped here, they’re sold in stores in which everything is a buck, otr two bucks. Usually with a bright yellow sign. You never know what you’ll find, but I’d be startled if it took me more than two or three tries to find cassettes.
Somebody on the intertubes has got to be selling cassettes by mail, too.
Sorry; don’t remember how to shorten that thing. 
[Actually, it’s automatic if you leave it alone. - Mod. ]
The local Target had some, as well as the Best Buy. The blank tapes were in the office supply section with the voice recorders. Radio Shack might be worth a visit or call as well.
I miss the cassette tapes. Just like the record player, where you could manually place the needle on the revolving record, you could see tape reels turning. You could also take the cassettes apart and repair broken or jammed tape. I recorded music from the radio in real time on cassettes, and I still use these tapes. My little mp3 player has hours of recorded music on the 4 GB flash memory, but it just doesn’t have the simple mechanical elegance of media from an earlier era. I’m saving all of my cassettes, thinking that they are going to be worth a fortune someday.
I doubt I’ve anywhere near a hundred of 'em any more…
'course there’s the bag in the closet that I haven’t looked in since we moved here five years ago…
sure is nice having the console of the truck back for other things
I’m with ya, Doug. And when an mp3 gets wrinkled, you can’t just run a hot iron over it and roll it back on in.
Besides, how can you truly love music that you haven’t personally salvaged from a labyrinth knot on some Radio Shack cassette-player spindle? Isn’t that how we bond?
It’s a few years now since I was sound man for the Wycombe Talking Newspaper. We sent out tapes for the Blind and partially-sighted in the Wycombe area. We sent around two hundred tapes every week. The Royal Mail carries articles for the blind free, which pretty much allows the whole thing to function.
We used to get our tapes from TNAUK - the Talking Newspaper Association for the United Kingdom. Can’t see a mention of it on their site now, but I used to order them by phone.
http://www.tnauk.org.uk/index.html
And here is the opposition establishment. Or another one, anyway.
http://www.tnf.org.uk/index.php
I doubt they would ship to the US. We used to get about 500 tapes at a time. Just tapes, no cases. They were sent out in little padded wallets.
Thanks to all. I once took an aptitude test to be a computer programmer.
They told me not to try. Tapes are all I can manage. thanks again
My mother made the switch to CDs seven years ago when she was much younger, 88. I suspect right now she is either watching a new DVD she got from National Geographic on her laptop, or reading some new books she downloaded on her Kindle last night. I’m still listening to my 78s.
Those old 78s got a lot of mileage on them. As fast as they went around, it didn’t take long, although one tune was all you got per side. There were no remotes or automatic replay, either, which was good for the waistline, having to get up and down to change the side of the record. Audiophiles, like my father, were not into automatic turntables.