Hey, BBB. Nothing worse than a skeleton with a mop unless it's a witch with a broom. Thank goodness the snow has melted enough so that at least you can drive.
Raggedy, looking at your celebs, I see that Jerry Lewis was born on this day.
You know folks, when Jerry was being serious, he could really sing. I remember his version of "What Kind of Fool am I." Really very good. Frankly, I like his role in The Nutty Professor better than Eddie Murphy's.
Well, tomorrow is the wearing of the green day. Perhaps we can have a peek in the pub starting tonight.
For some reason, listeners. I just thought of an old tune that my mother used to play.
Oh don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt
Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile
And trembled with fear at your frown.
2. In the old church yard in the valley, Ben Bolt
In a corner obscure and alone
They have fitted a slab of granite so gray
And sweet Alice lies under the stone.
3. Under the hickory tree, Ben Bolt
Which stood at the end of the hill
Together we've lain in the noonday shade
And listened to Appleton's mill.
4. The mill wheel has fallen to pieces, Ben Bolt
The rafters have tumbled in
And a quiet that crawls 'round the walls as you gaze
Has followed the olden din.
5. And don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt
With the master so cruel and grim
And the shaded nook by the running brook
Where the children went to swim.
6. Grass grows on the master's grave, Ben Bolt
The spring of the brook is dry
And of all the boys who were schoolmates then
There are only you and I.
I used to think the name of that song was Alice Ben Bolt.
Hmmm. Kate Nelligan. I know that I've seen her in a movie or two, just can't recall at the moment.