What I found in dad's old jukebox (it's not what you think)

Every once in a while, I'll open something up that hasn't seen the light of day for a while. It always yields discoveries, forgotten memories and much more. Sometimes I'll open something up because it needs to be cleaned or fixed, as was the case recently with my father's 1955 Seeberg jukebox, long sitting idle in the basement. As with anything that is aging and has moving parts, it needed some care, my father long having left this life and his jukebox behind. A rare quiet hour with a piece of your childhood can reveal much.