Mom Claimed That I Could Carry A

Music, In The Past Few Years... Anything Singable Or Understandable Is Square.

At A Flea Market I Always Head For The Junk Jewelry Table First.

At One Time I Smoked, But In 1959 I Couldn't Think Of Anything Else To Give Up For Lent So I Stopped - And I Haven't Had A Cigarette Since.

I'll Pat Myself On The Back And Admit I Have Talent. Beyond That, I Just Happened To Be In The Right Place At The Right Time

My Father Taught Me To Read Music And Play The Piano-but Not Well, Even Though People Have Said That I'm A Natural Musician