“Molly and me…
And baby makes three…
We’re happy in my blue heaven.”
He played the piano quite well and he would play these wonderful…
“Going to Kansas City…
Kansas City, here I come.”
Dad never sang above a whisper. He always whispered his songs. He was that polite! I think it was just a sense of politeness about him. But he was quite good at what he did. Yeah, I learned from him. And every time I hear myself on records, I hear my dad.