My beloved, fun loving father clowing around at my Aunt Joan & Uncle Ray’s house across the street back in 1968 with cousin Barb’s wig. Not sure who’s guitar it was but check out those socks!
Although he couldn’t play an instrument, he and my Mom passed on that darn music gene that has been both a blessing and curse my entire life. His favorites were Glenn Miller and other big bands of his day but had a pretty wide range of music including funny novelty songs (ie; Spike Jones, etc) and country/western, as it was known back then.