I have very fond reminiscences from my younger years and they are engulfed by music. My parents love the timeless tunes, they could swing to the beat in our family room even in the absence of foot covering. I had witnessed both of them swing to the old music of Glenn Miller, Guy Lombardo and Sinatra. My parents are the best jiggerbuggers there is. Every Saturday night, my parents conducted get-togethers in the house and the music continued after I had gone to bed. I paid attention to the music and the chuckling booming in the walls of the house as I lie on bed.It was a magnificent approach to doze off into paradise. From time to time my mom and dad would let me stay up late and witness them dance, and in my father’s arms, I moved to the sound, too. I will never forget those pleasant moments and they are forever cherished in my heart. My parents felt that I needed to have a phonograph when I grew older and they provide me one. Elvis Presley, Doris Day, the Beatles, their music was all that I listened on my phonograph and more in particular Motown, my favorite. Kudos to you Mr. Edison, for your discovery that has endowed us with hours of gratification and excitement.