Oh me! Me! Me!

My father would spontaniously break into song all the time. (Often off color parodies of popular songs) and on rainy days my mother would teach us all the old songs from her childhold. Being farm raised in the Oregon desert it would include a lot of cowboy songs. We would have a big group sing.

I had an excellent singing voice until age 22 when I started smoking cigarettes. Never got it back even though its been over ten years since my last cigarette. Though sometimes I can fake it if I put enough enthusiasm into it.

(Wow, right now my father's ghost is singing in my right ear, "Yank my doodle, its a dandy!" with all the gusto of Pavarotti. Damn, its nice to hear his voice again. )

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