John Bartlett plays the Platters album encore, Golden hits on his grandma's turntable, From nineteen sixty one, so real and true, The scratchy sound takes him back in time. Memories flood his mind like a river, Of days gone by, of love and laughter, His grandma's smile, so warm and kind, Echoes in the music, pure and timeless. Each song a story, a piece of history, Transporting John to another world, Where dreams were big and love was pure, The Platters' harmonies filling the room. As the...