My “last farewell” in a Tacoma record store…

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I’m repurposing this from one of my old “Song Of The Day” entries on “The Kirkham Report“, but the story has to be told here as well…because…well…it just FITS, you know?

Roger Whittaker is known throughout the world as one of the most popular crooners of the 1970’s. Yet in America, he was virtually unknown until his song “The Last Farewell” catapulted him to the top of the MOR/AC charts here in the States.

Got a Mom story for you, if you weel….heh heh heh…picture a twelve year old TC  in the summer of 1975.

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Tears when reading…ok, but not in public? Oh what the hell..

Have you ever had that rare experience where a book made you cry?  I don’t mean just thinking to yourself “Wow, that was sad”, but actually tear up while reading?  Knowing that you won’t put the book down, even when it hurts to continue?

I have.  Twice that I can recall.

The first time it ever happened to me was reading a book that made up part of the “Dragonlance” series.  Being a little Geeky McNerdly Nerd going way back, a series full of drama, adventure and magic sucked me in faster than you can say “Wizards of the Coast”.  I

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A leisurely day at Barnes And Noble

bnsaugusThere’s something about having an entire afternoon to yourself.  A time when you don’t have to answer to anyone, go where you like, do what you choose, that makes this such an irresistible prospect.

I spent 5 plus hours in a bookstore one day, and it was heavenly.

To set the scene – this was back in the 90’s, when I had a car, and TC worked at Coconuts, a record chain popular at the time.  The store was based in Swampscott, and one Sunday he was scheduled to work from

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My own personal “Music Box” dancer…

ist2_7596973-discoAlthough I’ve been listening to music since I can remember, and buying records since I was about three, for the most part from that time until my teen years, I purchased records in regular stores. There was a large bin for records at a number of local stores when I was growing up in Ohio – Ben Franklin in Utica, Twin Fair and Seaway in Newark, Kings and Arro in Heath, and others. And while I went to a few stores devoted to records as a child, including one

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