Missing an Older Sibling

Clearly today's strip was drawn a long time ago. Stereos don't have the cachet they used to have. When my older brother left for his mission, he gave detailed instructions that no one was to touch his stereo. After a year of service, though, his heart was softened and he gave me permission to carefully take it out of storage and use it. It was a good thing, too, since I had already been listening to it for six months by then.