Stand Up And Salute!

So, you know how sometimes you're walking around and you get a song in your head and you're singing it in your head, and it might be some weird old song from a long time ago and you have no idea why it came into your head, but you're singing it anyway. So, today I'm out walking the dogs (Ruby's friend Zannah was visiting) and what song pops into my head but 'The Star Spangled Banner!'... 'O say, can you see...' So I'm singing it in my head and I start to wonder what it would sound like if I started singing it out loud. So, I look around and I don't see anybody else walking around Pleasant Street so I start to sing...'what so proudly we hail'...not too loud, just so that I can hear it. So it's not bad so I put the volume up just a little...' whose broad stripes and bright stars'... and I'm kind of getting into it now and I get to that high part that you can't really reach it unless you go into a falsetto...'and the rockets red GLARE'... and then I bring it home with a bit of a flourish...'and the la-a-a-n-n-nd of the freeeeeeEEEEEEEEE'...! So, now I'm the old guy with the long white hair and the little dog who walks around the neighborhood singing 'The Star Spangled Banner' in falsetto at the top of his lungs. And everybody stands up when I go by. ***And my brother John hollers 'Play ball!'


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