The Jukebox Room It was a Saturday night in the Davis house, circa 1976. Everyone was in the Jukebox Room, laughing, cheering, singing and dancing to "Swing Your Daddy" by Jim Gilstrap. Yes, you read that correctly, The Jukebox Room . My father actually went out and got a jukebox from someone (or some business) and moved it into the family recreation room (formerly an unused bedroom because my two brothers and I loved sharing the same room. Of course, when my brothers grew leg hair, we all wanted our own beds and rooms). He positioned the jukebox within the recesses of the closet, of which he'd already removed the collapsible doors to make it fit. It was that old 60s-70s model that had the decorative vertical pipes at the bottom front with the half-dome glass cover on top that you slowly, carefully flipped up and back to change out the 45 records. And that's where it sat, for years, even when I claimed the room for my high school bedroom. The...
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