The lick-on label was unmistakable. Paul Campfield was reading his mother's name and the address of his childhood San Lorenzo home.
And it meant the old records he picked up for $2 at a Sutter Creek antique shop had once belonged to her, although she died in Redding in 1979. [more]
http://rashmanly.com/2009/08/01/ghost-in-the-record-machine
Thats so sweet......... His mother guided him to her records she once loved and cherished