Oh, yes, and this fellow, whose name escapes me at the moment. He would have been 75 years old today (1935):
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[Editor’s note. Only one change is needed to make this post current: in the final sentence, change 75 to 77. I feel old. --RWP]
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Today is what used to be celebrated in this country as Lincoln's Birthday because Abraham Lincoln, 16th president of the United States ...
Um... is it Little Richard?
ReplyDeleteKatherine, now I really feel old. No, my little Whanganui blossom, it is not Little Richard.
ReplyDeleteAre you kidding me? You don't recognize Elvis Presley?
Of course I'm kidding you :-)
ReplyDeleteIt was also my only son's birthday. I escaped the Elvis craze, having other things to do, but my youngest sister fell victim. It's amazing what a six years difference in age can make.
ReplyDeletebah. Old Schmold. I was old yesterday, but today I'm 22. Age is just a head thing.
ReplyDeletePat, I never cared for Elvis's music at all, but somehow I don't think that was the main attraction for teenaged girls.
ReplyDeleteJewels, some days I'm 18 and some days I'm 95.