Ah, the old Recorded Music Salon; got chased out of there a number of times in my younger days. Had brass in pocket but the owner seemed completely uninterested in selling anything to anyone. They had an ERA turntable in the window with a price on it, went in with the full asking price and he doubled it. Nutter...
I also 'worked' with his daughter for a short time; not that anyone could fathom what she actually did, if anything. She was just as loopy.
Beautiful time capsule. GLWTS.