My sister was a big New Christy Minstrels fan.
She had several of their albums, which she would play on the stereo in her room.
Territorial sort that she was, she would get very angry if she found out that I had been listening to "her" music, even if it was through the wall separating our rooms. She was the same way about the Los Angeles Dodgers, whose games she would listen to on the radio, again loudly enough that I couldn't not hear the play-by-play.
She would throw a royal snit-fit if she found that I had been "listening" to "her" music (or ball games).
I was therefor not "allowed" to like the New Christy Minstrels.
She remains a bitch to this day.
Aren't childhood memories fun?
