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My childhood playground? Funny you should ask. My father owned an eleven-story office tower in Raleigh, NC. Naturally, it had elevators, and the elevators were hands down my very favorite things in that building. In the early 1960s the old crank-operated machines with their colorful (and colored) operators were replaced with automatic self-service cars that, wonder of wonders, had music “piped in”, as my mother called it. Continue reading →