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My mother liked telling me that as a very young child I would always play a country single entitled “The Baby On The Doorstep” repeatedly. I have very little recollection of this one, it’s more the memory of Mom retelling the story… I hadn’t thought about the recording in years, but the title came to me a few days ago, so I googled it to refresh my memory. Only a morbid set of lyrics has come up thus far.
My first memories of record shopping take place in department stores, back when all department stores had record departments with large displays of singles. Now there are no record departments, and very few record stores left in the USA.
