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Last week in a double 3-SP post poor Fred and Ginger crashed and burned. As promised though, there are other Freds and Gingers in other universes and this post is dedicated to couples in more hopeful situations.

Bonus points if you know which Monkees song almost appeared here!

Bye, Mary. We miss you already.

Two-thirds of the songs in this 3-Song-Playlist have embedding disabled. But they’re well worth clicking through.

Stray Cat Strut

Tempted

When we were kids we played cowpersons and Native Americans. [We didn't call it that, of course.] Dad watched Bonanza and Gunsmoke and since there was just one TV in the house, we did too. Yes, I grew up in the dark ages. But we had heroes:

Eventually, John Wayne was not just a cowboy. He was a Green Beret. He was a Hellfighter. In the end though, he was a Shootist. He was probably spinning in his grave when this came out:

Never ever though did I want to be a cowboy more than when I imagined one of these women singing this to me:

There is a scene in one of the books I’m reading where the lead character (a free diver) submerges herself in a swimming pool to relax. I read the sentence and I find I am holding my breath through the next couple paragraphs. I do that when watching TV or movies too. If a character goes underwater or is being suffocated I hold my breath. I have to think, “Breathe!”

We made it through the first week of school. Schedules are still messed up (like always) and the guidance department is “working” to get them straightened out (like always) and I think they are going to ignore my requests to fix my class levels (like always). Certain colleagues keep encouraging me to be optimistic. I try, but I’m not holding my breath….

Today is Stevie Wonder‘s birthday. I once saw him perform at a private concert for a high-tech, high-cost school [operated by evil poseurs, but that's another story] that I used to work for. At one point while he bantered between songs he said,

She broke my heart… so I broke her jaw.

and although he immediately retracted the statement it remains the most inappropriate thing I have ever heard a famous person say in person. I don’t even remember which song he was talking about at the time. Ironically [I think] I had as my guest at that concert a woman who was not exactly breaking my heart but treating me quite shabbily none-the-less. [That too, though, is another story.]

Despite all this Mr. Wonder remains one of my favorite artists and I am awed by his musical genius [if not his political correctness].