O I recall many days n my dad's days off from FD, he had a part-time job (which was the norm) of going to the record distributors on 10th Avenue in Manhattan. He loaded up a panel truck with new records and made the rounds of bars, restaurants, etc., any place that had jukeboxes. The old records...
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