I hear some of you asking, “Al who?” and I hand you now a virtual towel because you are obviously still wet behind the ears.
Jolson -- J as in junta, U as in ubiquitous, N as in numismatic, T as in tetracycline, A as in aphrodisiac.
Wait. That spells junta, not Jolson. I lost my head there for a minute. A thousand pardons.
What I meant to say was Jolson -- J as in jarring, O as in onomatopoeia, L as in lugubriously, S as in surreptitious, O as in obsequious, N as in Nefertiti.
J, O, L, S, O, N. Jolson.
Let’s say it together, class:
Jolson.
If you have a little time to spare, you might also want to read every word of this Wikipedia article about Al Jolson.
Then listen to him sing that song again.
Here’s another “golden oldie,” a true one, even older than Al Jolson:
(Photograph by Philippe Pikart, 2009, of the bust of Nefertiti from the Ägyptisches Museum Berlin collection, currently in the Neues Museum.)
You can read about her here.
Then there will be nothing left to do but sit back and hum Al’s song and wait for the flowers that bloom in May.
If only life were that simple.
