When I was a young boy, my brother and I had a small record player that played only 45s. We just about wore it out, along with my mom, playing “Sink the Bismark,” “Big, Bad John” and a number of other let’s-just-play-it-one-more-time favorites.Even earlier than those, though, there was one record I’d play often, “The Happy Wanderer.” It was a yellow record and had a small...
