I said before, for some odd reason we’ve been watching the western channels. You know the ones where Gunsmoke, Bonanza and The Virginian is always on?!
Yeah, that channel.
I was awakened bright and early with a particular show blaring on my TV as it woke up;
“Daniel Boone was a man, he was a big man. He fought for America to keep all Americans free…!!!”
There’s your gift.
Just you try to get that ear worm outta your head.
The scene in “The Right Stuff” where they’re told to produce sperm samples: I always envision them sitting in the bathroom stalls and singing “Daniel Boone Was A Man”; catchy beat and inspirational lyrics.
When I was a kid, in the 1970s, my family would take annual summer vacations along with three other families (the families of college friends/fraternity brothers of my dad’s). For several years, we went to these “state resort parks” that Kentucky had. It being Kentucky, they sold a fair amount of Daniel Boone stuff in the gift shops, and I begged for a raccoon-skin cap (despite it being like 20 years after that fad).
My parents finally caved in, and got one for me, but not surprisingly, I didn’t wear it often (though I did dress up as Boone for Halloween for several years, until the hat no longer fit).
It’s the horses that get me glued to that station too their thundering hooves and hi spirited sprints. But treated like chattel by some riders that’s bad bad bad.
So, you promise not to hurt anyone, and then you spring an ear worm on us!
Ha! But the joke’s on you Beckers, because if I ever heard that song, I’ve long since forgotten it. So I’m immune to your ear worm. It’s like I was vaccinated!
Remember the time I brought up the story
Of the old Grandfather clock that I found?
You wanted to put it at the top of the staircase
But I said you couldn’t 'cause it might run down. (Refrain)
I bet you never heard Ol Marshall Dillon say: Miss Kitty have you ever thought of running away, settlin’ down would you marry me?
She’d of said yes in a New York minute…