2. School’s Out Forever

Not all of the flotsam from my father’s childhood drifted into my grandfather’s fireplace. When he was a boy growing up in his small mountain town, he struck a deal with the owner of the local bar’s jukebox. Each time the owner changed the music, he sold my father the old records for a dime a piece. He had quite a collection of unsleeved 45′s, and they managed to escape the ovens.

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