Dean Martin's 1947 Embassy 78

Dean Martin is, hands down, my favorite entertainer. My late Italian Grandmother would play his albums constantly on her wall length Sears console stereo. She had the scratchy vinyls stacked on the automatic changer spindle as high as it could possibly go. Every once in a while she would have to get up and nudge the needle that had became stuck in an endless skip. (I would later give her cd's of every Martin track, but as grateful as she was, she still spun the wax.)