"I will be RIGHT THERE !"...My older sister...screaming out the front door at my Dad. He was seated in his new Midnight Blue Chevy in the driveway, fiddling with the radio. It had one of those rear speakers...very cool.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"None of your beeswax"
"Maybe I want to come, too"
"No, it's just me and Daddy".
I pushed past her and ran over to the driver's side. Dad cranked the window down and I said: "where you going?"
"Korvette's,...wanna come?"
I could feel the heat from my Sister's dagger eyes beginning to scorch my t-shirt.
"Nah. I hate Korvette's...Wait...are you going into the 110 Mall?
"No. Just Korvette's".
"Nah." I walked away, avoiding the ha-ha glance from her Princessness.
E.J. Korvette's was a small department store in Huntington on Route 110. It was just across a large parking area from the Magical 110 Mall. It was a place to buy a variety of goods, but if you were broke , as I was, it was boring. At least if you went across to the 110 Mall, there were dozens of stores to poke around in. Every Christmas we did ALL our gift shopping at the 110 Mall. But the mall was too far to bike-ride very often and there were killer hills to conquer.
I went back into the house and got involved with something or another and lost track of time. It was August 1964 and I spent a lot of time in our finished basement making car models and listening to records. BUT, our record player was shot..the speaker was dry and crumbled and I had rubber-banded two quarters to the arm to add more weight to the needle as it wore out. Hardly any sound came out. Tough to play air guitar like that. My transistor radio wasn't loud enough, and I couldn't afford batteries. I went back upstairs to watch TV.
The shoppers had returned and my sister came in the house alone. Her arm was behind her back, obviously hiding something.
"Guess what I got."
"Eye of Newt?"
"No, guess."
"Who cares"
She swung her arm around and the object became clear to me. The NEW Beatle album...entitled "SOMETHING NEW".....The Holy Grail...
"It's MINE"..she gloated..and waved it in front of my face....possible evidence at my murder trial.
I went for the cheap shot..."what are you gonna play it on?...the record player is dead"
She just smirked as my Dad walked in with a NEW Blue and White EJ Korvette record player in his hands.
"Listen, he said to my sister, with the wisdom of Solomon....this stays down here in the living room, it's for EVERYONE. If you want to play that album, you have to do it here."
"Yeah...Yeah....Yeah.........."
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