I envy the folks who grew up in Tupperware America. They had the jukebox.
A combination of a vending machine and a record-player, it was a flamboyant sound machine. Put in a coin. Press a button or two. And it’d begin belting out the popular tracks of its day.
In its heyday, it was found in diners and military barracks. But when the portable radio came along, in the 1950s, people could listen to songs wherever they went. Slowly, time forgot the jukebox.