I thought the more buttons and flashing lights and pop-open compartments something had the better it was! Never mind how bad the music sounded, it looked awesome. I mean radical. Or whatever. . .

Oh well. My parents were members of the Price Club, and that's where Yorx stereos dwelled.

I think the stereo still lives, somewhere out in depths of the garage. You don't want to go in there after dark, might get attacked.

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