She has a beautiful voice and perfect pitch. I have a weak voice and require the use of a bushel basket to carry any kind of a tune. My choir director at Valley Grande stood me between a strong bass and a baritone hoping they would influence me in the direction of the tune. Oh, I wanted to sing in the worst way, but I soon realized I just didn't get the gift. Mr. LeBard let me in the choir, I think, mostly because he hoped I'd be a good influence on the bass section.
It was just a moment, but life is good because of those moments. The vacuum cleaner is going again and my sweetie is making the place smell good. Louis Armstrong is singing "La Vie En Rose" on Pandora and my good dog Daisy is scratching my leg to tell me she needs to go outside.
I think maybe a man needs a good radio station too and that's pretty much it. My life is complete, I guess.
Thanks Pandora, Daisy, Sheila and Cinnamon....