@edgarblythe,
Good to see you back in our studio, edgar. There really was a Clayton Delaney. He was a teenager who died of a lung infection.
Thanks again for your comments, Texas. Really like A Lover's Question by Clyde McPhatter.
Bet you and our British buddies will recognize this soft jazz instrumental, but just in case you don't, I'll provide the lyrics.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykBtn6pabBQ
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to her looks, accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face
I'm very grateful she's a woman and so easy to forget
Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
Accustomed to her face
Oops, Missed your Elvis Trilogy. Back later to comment.