My brother had this exact record player when he was little and loved to play with it. Although seeing this photo brought some tears to my eyes, I also let out a giggle. What makes me laugh is that who knew that 20 something-odd years later, the little boy who loved this plastic record player would grow up to a young man with dreams of opening up his own record store. After Gino passed, I was lucky enough to "inherit", and what I mean by inherit is that I just claimed it, his real, cool white record player. A couple months after he died, Mike and I would play some of the records we got from his record store and some old ones from my childhood (i.e. Raffi and The Mini-Pops).
When I came across this photo, I immediately sent the blog link to my mom and it inspired her to write a post on her own blog and a poem for my blog.