When I was a little kid, I got some hand-me-down 45rpm records from one of my mom’s younger cousins.
The 45s came with a record rack (very cool!) and — be still my beating heart — there in the middle of the rack were two records stood out from the rest of the collection, because one was red vinyl and other was yellow.
Records came in colors?? Really?!? My…
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