Good evening, Netizens...
All good things must eventually end, and today has been a good day in my view of life. In my few moments of quiet introspection before I climb off my virtual horse and head for the barn for the night, a vague piece of old-time music came fluttering into my consciousness from the era of Perry Como. Some of my peers tell me you have to really be ancient to even remember Perry Como, but I disagree. Most of my familiarity with both he and various other crooners of the 50's came about because of a minor in the history of American Music, which became a gift that kept on giving all the years of my life.
So gather up your virtual horses and I'm going to take myself to bed with a snippet from “When It's Twilight on the Trail” by Sidney D. Mitchell, 1936.
When it's twilight on the trail,
And I jog along,
The world is like a dream
And the ripple of the stream is my song . . .
It's been good riding with ya'll today. Until tomorrow, then...