Like almost all I have come into contact with this week, I've been sick.
Professional quality head cold. OK, so maybe I'm dramatising, but mega doses of anti-histamines and cough syrup have been required to get me out of bed, robed, into my chair, and ready to attack the stack of books at my side. Twenty minutes later I'm asleep, not remembering a thing I've read.
So I wake up from a restless sleep and I have a snippet of a song rolling around my head. I know I like the song, but I can't place it. I can come up with a lyric or two, but nothing rings a bell. This goes on all day Wednesday and Thursday. Finally, something comes to me. No, that's not it. Maybe it's Cole Porter, nope. Gershwin? Nada. I'm losing it.
There used to be a record shop on South Street in Philly, where I could go, or phone and hum something to the clerk, and immediately he would point me to it. The guy was so good, he became the inspiration for a Married With Children episode.
Finally, it comes to me. Its Hoagy Carmichael, also on the Sleepless in Seattle soundtrack.
Allow me to share the object of my musing. Here's Natalie's dad for your enjoyment. Minimize the screen, turn up the volume, get ready to enjoy your weekend.
Thank you yes, I'm on the mend.
6 hours ago