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 piece of gear.)
When I was signed by RSO Records in 1979, I think the first thing I did was to take one of my publicity photos right down to Manny's and ceremoniously sign it. On subsequent trips to the store, I would look for the picture (it was relocated a couple times, but I could always find it) and I always felt the proud glow of knowing that I had made it to "Manny's wall."