The Old Songs

No, this is not a tribute to the Barry Manilow favorite. I'm writing a blog because as usual being in a booth has given me long uninterrupted periods for thinking. Today, however, the thinking has been curtailed by the uninvited intrusion of an old song my siblings may recall. Most of the people walking the aisles just pass by without looking at me. If they happen to make eye contact I say "Hello!" Three times in rapid succession and I was in the clutches of "Hello, Hello, Hello, I'm PC 99, Hello, Hello, Hello, I'm here to stamp out crime. Each night I find I'm walking the street, walking along, stamping my feet, if you want to rob a bank, then you are a silly old crank!" How many years has it been since hearing that song from somewhere other than my memory? What useful things am I not able to store in my brain because that is taking up space.

I sure would like to hear your stories about songs you thought were long gone but appeared at inopportune moments and just stayed!