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When I was fifteen years old I really wanted a record player. My dad agreed to pay me for doing chores around the house and working in his store. Before that it had been child labor, today I could have reported him, but that was the 50’s. I worked all Summer and saved my money, payday was Friday, just like a real job. When I had enough, my mom took me to the department store and I made my first big ticket purchase. I had some 45rpm records, Elvis my favorite, Hound Dog my favorite song, and now I could listen to them in my room. As Dad admired my hi-fi he suggested I take their old one upstairs and keep mine in the family room. Funny guy. The Kingston Trio came out with Tom Dooley, and it was all over the radio, and I loved that song. I swiped five bucks from my dad’s wallet and went to the drug store and bought my first LP.
The Kingston Trio was big. The next year they released a live album From the Hungry i and one of the songs was They Call the Wind Mariah. When I saw this prompt that’s what came to my mind. This was a nice reminiscence.
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