Record Rapture

LuAnn lay there, mesmerized by the wonderful music blaring out of her Close-N-Play. Aunt Karen had bought her that goddamn record of bird songs for her birthday, but she sure as hell wasn't going to actually listen to it. You see, LuAnn knew it was an attempt to wean her away from cousin Mark's collection of Okeh race records, because her family feared that she would later succumb to the rhythm and blues wiles of the people on "the other side of town" that "nice girls wouldn't listen to." And they were right.

But until they got back from church, it was sweet, sweet Chuck Berry ding-a-ling action.