It was 1966 or so. The 45 came in a box of potato chips, and it was mine, more or less, since no one else in my family called dibs on it. Until I heard Petula Clark, this is what Downtown was to me:
I thought it was pretty happening--we had the Majestic and Ellis movie theaters, Woolworth's (that's it at the end of the street, boarded up), a toy store, a shoe store, the A&P, the Gas Light Lounge. It was a revelation to me that there were downtowns in other cities, and they sounded a hell of a lot more interesting than Downtown Beloit.