When I was growing up in Princeton NJ, the biggest thrill for me was a Saturday trip to Manhattan to go to Manny's with my Dad. As a 12-year-old in 1967, I loved everything about that trip, with the exception of listening to my father complaining about finding parking next to Jimmy's, across the street from Manny's. I can still remember the SMELL of the new Fender amps in the store! (I lusted for a Deluxe Reverb or even a Bassman amp, and on rare occasions we would leave the store with a new…
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