Sheridan, Wyoming is where he wound up renting a drafty warehouse by the Sheridan County Airport. He quickly filled it with old Wurlitzer jukeboxes. They came in by the truckload, all of them beat up, windows cracked or shattered, turntables cockeyed, tubes burnt out or missing and decorative elements damaged. Rarely were any forty fives racked inside.
Weekday mornings he arrived at the warehouse at seven and worked on repairing them until lunchtime. The Wurlitzers were fine but he liked jukeboxes built by Seeburg and Rock-Ola better.
