ChattyKathy

Socks, Speaking of Les Paul here's an oldie that has only a tad of guitar playing but it's worth the watch IMHO.

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I don't know but this seemed like it fit.

I love it! He is an example of what I have always believed to be true. Folks that don't follow the traditional rules of playing like SRV and bluzeman are simply incredible IMHO. Thanks GreasyTech!

That one is blocked here at work so will look at tonight. And welcome if you haven't been welcomed to this thread yet. (I know you aren't new :))

Oh my goodness it has been ages since I heard that. FUN! Also I am older than you ain't I? Thank you Sudo!

Thanks Sushi, I just came back from a meeting with the important people (in my work world) and I am still recovering from the show of support given me. Yesterday had been a rough day for me here because I had made a command decision that was not the best as I learned yesterday. Yet in my understanding my decision was the right one for my 1.7 million clients I represent. I'm not ignorant in the ways of bottom lines as most of my work history has been running the office for small businesses where I did financial statements by hand (yup, before computers even) and I understand this world more than some may give me credit for. Well apparently my day yesterday did not go unnoticed and today as I sat before these men of power in my world one would have thought I was very important by way of how they treated me and how they took some actions based on my decision for my clients. It is just so fresh for me and I needed to share it I guess. Not that it means anything to anyone and certainly isn't Nostalgia material. But it encouraged me to know that I might be a no body but today I was treated like I was most definitely somebody. And I've cried less today also. :) Kathy

I think I see Sam of Green Acres and some of the Petticoat Junction cast. But then I ain't George. :unsure:

((you))

Hospital Window Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Isn't that German for O Christmas Tree? :unsure:

Is this one of the lines? If so it's called Oh Christmas Tree. :) How are thy leaves so verdant!

Now that was one of the most delightful posts I've ever read. :)

That's the last one of Sudo's. It is adorable, simply adorable but I'm not sure of the singers, I meant to mention that when I linked looked at it prior.

I thought I heard Elly May Clampett in the group actually. :unsure:

Sudo, Thank you for your links. They are enjoyable. Kathy

I swear I thought today was Saturday. Dang! I have never had that happen before. I guess I better go to work.

Good you get the top for a change.

Thanks dude. :)

Purple and pink....nice colors for those candles as well. Peace be with you all.

David, The sky is pale blue with puffy pink clouds and the world quiet....until I started clicking on your links....how fun! Thank you for a cool start of the day in tunes! Kathy

Of course...princess....