“I was walking with my walker to the Old Folks Boarding house waltz.”
When not writing fiction, I dabble with writing lyrics.
Goes back to my Sea Scout days when the bow crew from Abilene sang to close the evening campfire:
Good night Sea Scouts, where ever you are.And in our dreams we’ll sail again.
We will pray to Godand then we will drift away in sleep.
There wasn’t a prize for campfire lyrics. We 1940 teens from Abilene made our mark by winning the Lake Texoma nautical contests–competitions that included rowing, life saving, knot tying, rescue skills–two years in a row.
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