My first job was at a record store. The owners were an old man and his wife.

The old man was essentially Shazam personified. It was amazing. He could name any song, composer and artist after listening to a few beats. Except he would do it with old jazz artists and big band music.

Coincidentally the old man had huge ears. Enormous.

And when you'd ask him how he could remember all those songs, the wife would chime in, "It's cause of his ears. The songs all stay in his ears. Bouncing around."

The record store is long gone and the space is now occupied by a Cold Stone Creamery.