Danny Boy
My father was known throughout our neighborhood for his honey-rich tenor, his mastery of Irish-American songs, and Sinatra standards. The voice itself was beautiful, but what amazed folks the most was that my father stuttered horribly when he spoke, but not when he sang. It seemed a bit of miracle.
Dad never sang at home though, just in the bars. He had his reasons.
And here I am, near the age when he died, still unable to carry a tune.
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Your Wiki bio says that you were born in Erie, Pennsylvania. Is this true? If so, where did you go to school? Just curious. Also, take a walk through that marvelous cemetery for me. I applied to your school, not for the English department, but because of the cemetery.
You bet. Wonderful. Thanks for sharing this Mr. Moore. I too stammered…still do, only my songs came through a puppet. When I cross over that rainbow, maybe, (I’m already making practice jumps,) I can meet others with this form of “rewired projection.” Maybe your dad. All the best Mr. Moore. Thanks again…You’re a good teacher.
“He had his reasons” says so much. Perfect title too.