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| Sony CFD 8 |
An AM/FM, cassette deck, compact disc dream... top of the line tech for sure.
My dad won it at a golf tournament: closest to the pin approach shot.
A purposeful trophy, our Sony centerpiece became a living room fixture flanked by Hootie & the Blowfish, a Kenny G Christmas and the Beach Boys.
Soon after it became mine: a hand-me-down that broadcast nothing but Jock Jams.
Accompanying every driveway game of basketball or backyard trampoline gymnastics demonstration, the boombox withstood every test - no matter how the ball (or the kids) bounced.
It eventually became an institution itself, proving too faithful to become obsolete.
Our first CD player now spends days dust covered in the garage waiting for any car wash or spring cleaning to blast out the Steve Miller Band and drown out any immature iPod.
