***The Roots Is The Toots- The Music That Got Them Through The Great Depression And World War II…

 

 

…it must be Saturday night in old North Adamsville because just as the daylight turns to dusk one can heard the echoes of Les Brown’s dreamy Sentimental Journey coming out of Doc’s Drugstore. Now for those not attuned to the vagaries of teenage life (and twenties too although not too late twenties because then you are an oldster and people, young people and old, begin to wonder, sometimes out loud, why you have not “settled down”) in the town Doc’s is not just a place where old people who need their medicine (or need a medicinal pint) go to have their prescriptions filled.

Why after all would streams of youthful healthys be flocking there under those conditions. No, the place is nothing but the central headquarters in the burg for the be-bop swinging generation ever since Doc’s saw that serving only the needs of those oldsters was not going to make him rich and revamped the place with a to-die-for soda fountain counter complete with stool and soda jerk. And the real draw, the up-to-date jukebox that played only current stuff no old Sweet Adeline old fogy stuff their parents would like. Just that minute a line was beginning to form at the juke as wise young men are quickly making their most jitter-buggy selections eyeing the field for a be-bop partner and the wise young women are kind of dreamily looking over the slower stuff just in case they need to prepare for that last dance before Doc’s closes for the night. Yes, it certainly is Saturday night is old North Adamsville…