--For some reason I’ve never been able to figure out when it's cold, damp and rainy. Or just plain cold for that matter. I have a habit of breaking out in song.
--Where I picked up the habit I have no idea. But it seems to help keep me on track.
--Over the years much to the shock of family members, this has happened at the most weirdest times. Waiting in an elevator, a crowded room or shopping checkout. Even shopping with my wife from time to time.
--When the children were younger they seemed to get a kick of my weird little songs. When they got older not so much, but they humored the old man and walked faster. Now of course most of the out and about experiences are with my wife. And she just takes it in stride. I guess she figures it's the price she paid for marrying a whack a doodle.....
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