My cool cousin, Mark, won't believe it when he reads this, but the first 45s I saw spinning on a turntable as a kid were in his bedroom in the mid-1960s. Several times a year, my parents would drive three hours from Manhattan to Margate, N.J., a quiet suburb of Atlantic City, so my father could visit his sister, Mary. [Photo above of Mark in the mid-196…
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