I love that history winks at me in my neighborhood. It sneaks up on me unexpectedly on a balmy spring day at Indian Boundary Park, stirring up high school memories.
It dazzles me at the corner of Devon and Campbell, where a Middle Eastern electronics shop dissolves in my mind’s eye into Kenmac Records. Back in the ‘50s and ‘60s, kids could cozy up in listening booths at Kenmac, request to hear 45s, like Dion’s “Lonely Teenager,” and not even have to buy the record.
