This is a picture of my dad with his.
Sometimes a song will come on the radio and I just can't help but sing along. Sometimes it's a song that really, given my taste in music, I probably shouldn't even know, much less like enough to sing at the top of my lungs. But guess what? I do like those songs. And I do sing them loud and proud. (My apologies to those who have heard this happen. I truly am tone deaf.)
I blame Della and Steve for this little idiosyncrasy of mine. You see, they have been playing this music for as long as I can remember. I can remember dancing to their songs at luaus and fairs as a little girl. Usually with a balloon tied to my pony tail. But that's totally irrelevant. Just part of the memory. I remember many nights falling asleep with the two of them still singing in the other room.
And they're still at it. After all these years, these two old geezers are still singing.
My favorites are "Wake Up Little Susie" and "Barbara Ann." You see, those are their wives. It's kind of silly, but I think it's sweet.