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Tuesday, May 30, 2023

The musical game I was going to post, but somehow lost, was triggered by a Facebook post that asked for great opening lyrics. I commented back that there were thousands but the first one to come to me was from one if not the best recording Sinatra ever did. The lyric is “if I don’t see her each day, I miss her”. It is from the song “Nancy’ and was, I kid you not, written by Phil Silvers———-Sargeant Bilko to many of you.

I decided to give you ten opening lyrics, to refrains, not verses, and you then can tell me the title to the song and anything else of interest. Maybe it was played for my wedding dance or I heard it while getting my first haircut—-whatever.

Lots of great songs are eliminated because the title is in the opening lyric. For example, embrace me you sweet embraceable you, or come to me my melancholy baby. It would be like a trivia question, who is buried in Grant’s tomb?

The Times crossword puzzle gets harder each day so Monday is easier than Tuesday and the Sunday crossword is the toughest. I will do the same and the following opening ten lyrics should be easy to identify. If they are not, your knowledge of popular music is limited or non existent.

1. You must remember this, a kiss is still a kiss…

2. See the Pyramids along the Nile.

3. They asked me how I knew my true love was true.

4. Are the stars out tonight, I don’t know it it’s cloudy or bright..

5. If your fond of sand dunes and salty air

6. I’ve flown around the world in a plane

7. No one to talk with all by myself

8. You are the promised kiss of springtime

9. Someday when I’m awfully low.

10 and now the purple dust of twilight time.


Since there is no deal yet on raising the debt, and the assholes inn Washington are proving over and over again what real assholes they are, I really have not paid attention to many other things. “Compromise” is apparently out of vogue. Politicians want everything they want, and, of course, are paying not a scintilla of attention to what the majority of their constituents want. Continue to stay tuned.


Son Charles, Cindy and their three children arrived about 1:30 yesterday. I waited for them to go out to lunch. When they texted that they had arrived, I went down in the elevator to greet them.

Now it is a very small elevator. I mean very small. Two normal size people fit. There is a sign, big as day, in both English and Italian that it Is extremely dangerous to have more than three people and three people my size would not fit. Barbara will walk the stairs, about 60 but no sane person does.

As I was getting out of the elevator three, really huge people got in plus their bags, and sure enough it was a disaster. The elevator broke, these jerks, who deserved it, were caught in the elevator maybe with enough oxygen to survive 30 minutes. They did not die, and fortunately, when they called the emergency number posted in the elevator, someone came quickly to save them and fix the elevator. Had this occurred on a weekend, they would have suffocated.

However, Charles and his family had to go up the stairs with all their bags and I was stuck downstairs. Walking up stairs is the hardest thing for me. I made it, finally, but was happy to stay home and eat a salad. I did, with a working elevator go to dinner and we had a great dinner at Gratella. No tourists and at 9:30 when we left, there was a substantial line to get in. We have our Thanksgiving dinner there so I am treated very well.


Signing off before I lose this post. See you tomorrow. At least that is my plan.


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