Some of my best memories from childhood was listening to music with my Dad. In a little nook by the fridge, under the cabinets, he had a black cd-radio combo stereo bought from our local Radioshack. About 6pm he'd pull out a CD from behind the kitchen door and load it in. Smoking cigarettes out the window he'd play song after song as I sat on the counter and listened to whatever artist he taught me about that night.

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