I stopped mid-gallop. “Blame my dad.” His booming baritone soared, a nightly ritual while drawing the tub.
Our bath is too narrow for bucking bronco rides. Instead we circle the downstairs where my William Tell Overture wilts in the hallway’s unforgiving acoustics.
Shadows and Glimpses 
December 9, 2015 at 10:58 pm
Fun memory…
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December 10, 2015 at 1:43 pm
The bathroom is much better for that song…
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December 11, 2015 at 5:23 pm
Less ground to cover while singing. Thanks for visiting.
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December 10, 2015 at 2:03 pm
Very playful
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December 11, 2015 at 5:22 pm
Oh good.
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December 10, 2015 at 4:10 pm
The acoustics are always better in the bathroom! William Tell is by far my favorite earworm of the microstories today. 🙂
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December 11, 2015 at 5:22 pm
Indeed. I made the mistake of clicking the link to William Tell, but now I’m humming Wang Chung.
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December 10, 2015 at 7:31 pm
Fun!
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December 11, 2015 at 5:24 pm
Thanks for stopping by.
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