I was 10 years old when I discovered the attic. I pushed open the creaking door, took a step in and adjusted my eyes to the dark. A thin crack of light poked through a heavily draped window. I reached up and pulled the long string that led to the lone bare bulb above me. The bulb flickered. I thought this must be what Indiana Jones felt like when he happened upon the temple that housed the holy grail.

The room was full of ghost-like, cream colored sheets that covered two rocking chairs, a full length mirror and a headless mannequin. I uncovered all sorts of treasures: clothing, hats, posters, comic books, and magazines. While digging through the past, though, I found my future… the “vinyl record,” and with it, the world of music.

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