Here is why blogging is so much fun. I posted today a bit about Music Wyrms – and one of my readers wrote a comment and I liked it so much, I choose/chose to make Wally’s comment a post. Waldo “Wally” Tomosky’s blog is a joy, a soothing, fly-fishing or, as I don’t fish, a philosopher’s river of stories, hints on fishing and on life. Today’s #38 is a gem. Here is what Wally wrote to me:
Here is a soliloquy that has been in my head for the last 58 years. When I was in the army (1958-60) I was stationed in Fort Dix, not far from Philadelphia. Not having much money we would sit on our foot lockers, smoke cigarettes and listen to the Philly Jazz Station. “We” were made up of Ernie, a Navajo, Tom, a married man from Boston, a young Civil Engineer whose name I can not remember, and myself, a young fellow from upstate New York. On the weekends they always played this song. It is enchanting and I could never get it out of my head.
This young musician from Philly made a bigger hit in Europe than he did in the USA. Here is another one of his tunes when he was known as KOKOMMO.
Enjoy the Wrym
You are a man after my own heart. Our friendship is too new for you to know it, but back in November, I wrote a post on what I thought life would be like when I grew up. You have gifted me with two more, especially that first one and I just know Jaycee68 will love it, too, if she is not familiar with those songs. Thank you, Wally.
(You see how I did that, two posts with one Wally!) Grin.