My dad liked Henry Mancini, Lionel Hampton, and swing jazz. Sundays our house was filled with the sound of Henry Mancini's orchestra doing "The Pink Panther Theme" and "Moon River" and Hampton pummeling those vibraphones, all of this emanating from the three-inch speakers behind their earth-tone grills in our Sears & Roebucks faux-walnut cabinet console stereo system.
How did I remain sane?
Oh, and this corny-ass bastard.
Thanks for this thread for taking me into the nightmare of my childhood.