In 1997 My wife bought me the Jukebox that was in the Student Union at my old university back in the mid eighties. It came with 200 45's. I bought about 30 more and several friends gave me about another 100 or so. That jukebox still works great. Nothing like vinyl, still it starts skipping and I have to smack that jukebox o. The side! Lol!
In case you are wondering, one of her sister's father in law used to have a business that leased jukeboxes and pool tables to area businesses.
That is terrific, a bud of mine has an old Wurlitzer and those things are indestructible.
When I lived in Louisiana, I had some jukebox suppliers as customers and they were all mob connected. So was the most famous live music venue on Bourbon street, The Ivanhoe. Back in the day, if any major band played NO, they ended up at The Ivanhoe and most of the time did a couple of numbers, I saw the Stones do Honky Tonk Women there. They should make a film about the Dixie Mafia, they were the most brutal one to ever exist in this country. And my wife's girlfriend, that she had made at work, used to be one of Marcelo's honey's, which is how we got into The Ivanhoe. Talk about being nervous and my wife thought it was all just great. She got to meet Mick and the boys and as I shook their hands, I never took my eyes off the two largest human beings I have ever seen in person in my life.
I was never sure if the bands did that because of the reputation of The Ivanhoe or some other reason and I sure as hell was never going to ask. I never met the man but played tennis, unbeknownst at the time, with his son. He was a nice guy and I didn't catch the name at first and my friend that set it up didn't tell me who he was. Then as we're taking a break, he said "take a look around, what do you see"? I looked around and there were 3 black limos and about 6 black cars and I could see heads in them. He said "the limos and a couple of the cars are Carlos', the others are here watching them". Then it dawned on me, my new friend of a year, was a mob lawyer. I am playing tennis with the son of the biggest mobster to ever rule the south and one of his lawyers and the FBI is taking pics of me with them!
So, I get home. Let me mention here my lovely and usually normal wife loved The Godfather which had just come out two years prior. I tell her about what happened and I am kind of talking fast as I am excited and a tad concerned and when I finish with "and the FBI and God knows who else was there taking photos of me with the son of the most dangerous human in 10 states and one of his lawyers". She looks me in the eyes and says "is Carlos Jr. a good tennis player"? Through the years she had me standing there with my mouth open in disbelief but never more than that day.