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Finds His Calling
He’s a vaudevillian now, my husband; his sole prop my dinette chair. He dances around it, stands upon it, kneels before it and sings “My Mammy.”
Perhaps I could ignore it, except he’s performing in the cove as the tide sweeps back in.
He’s quite a following now. To be truthful, he’s always sung well. He wanted to be Joel Gray on Broadway in Cabaret.
I stand silent, fingers over lips, hoping our son can rescue him before my last dinette chair floats into the Atlantic.
Tonight he sings “Sentimental Journey” and soon my chair bobs and journeys away.