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Love all your comments!
Plus, the connection to the past. I remember my Grandma's clock radio on top of her refrigerator, which brings back a lot of memories of piles of cookies and glasses of cold milk!
My Grandpa's workshop, with an old radio covered with sawdust and little speckles of white paint. I swear, every single tool that man owned was covered with little speckles of white paint! I should know, I still have them.
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