When I was kid, we had an old record player in the basement that was the size of a smaller bureau. We also had stacks of various 78's, most of which, I believe, were old even back then. On rainy days we would spend hours playing them, sometimes swinging around the metal support post somewhat in time to the music. The sound of our hands squeaking around the column would carry up through the house. Nothing would beat being trapped inside on a rainy day listening to hits like this one All. Day. Long.:
http://youtu.be/4CQxgD2yyG4. (They won't allow a direct link, so you'll have to copy and paste the URL).
It wasn't until years later that I found out that Mom hated it. Wonder why?
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