Friday, December 25, 2015

Listening to My Zaidy. Somehow brings my dad, he should live a long and healthy life, to mind.  The first time I heard the song was with dad.  We were clothing shopping for me on a Sunday.  I was around 18. Someone from the Shul recommended a place, it was way downtown.  And in the car heading home Art Raymond played this song and I was drawn to it, struck, taken.


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