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The Silver Fox Made Me Cry... I am slightly embarrassed to admit this, but I cried this morning. And I cried over an infomercial.  A 30 minute commercial that brought me to tears within the first 20 seconds.  I had a good cry.  The reason?  The Silver Fox made me do it.                             A typical day, getting hubby off to work with his coffee filled travel mug, his lunch and a kiss on the cheek.  Then the little one with his lunch, book bag and also a kiss on the cheek.  I fed the animals and did the morning dishes.  It was time for my usual second cup of coffee and channel surfing to see what was on the tube.  Click, click, click......nothing.  257 channels and nothing to watch.  Checking out what the DVR taped last night and still, nothing.  Looking at the guide and I scroll and then scroll some more.  A little disgusted, I let the channel finder stop at no particular channel so I could get up and zap my now cooled coffee.  I heard a commercial and a man's voice talking saying "a whole collection at your fingertips.  Like this one..."  and I heard a very familiar sounding voice that instantly flashed me back to my childhood and my father.  "Hey, did you happen to see the most beautiful girl in the world?  And if you did, was she crying....crying....".  A very popular song from the 70's, one that my father always sang along to when it was on the radio.   I came back into the living room and there he was, Charlie Rich, aka "The Silver Fox" with a little snippet from his popular song from decades gone by.  I stood in front of the TV anticipating the next song they were going to play.  In a low, slow voice I hear "I believe in love.....I believe in babies..."  by Don Williams.  I'm now singing along and even a little surprised that I remembered so many of those songs.  I got weepy when I heard "I'm gonna love you forever.  Forever and ever Amen..." by Randy Travis because my dad loved that song.          When my father was living, I always bought him music so he could play in his car.  If there was a commercial for music collections, I always made sure he got it.  Tom Jones Greatest Hits, Songs and Memories by Ray Charles, and he especially loved the ones that had a variety of artists like Bobby Gentry, Patsy Cline and Kenny Rogers, etc.     My father played those cassettes (aging myself a little here) over and over and over again.  All of us kids knew the words to "Moonlight in Vermont" and "Walkin' After Midnight" and the like because we heard them so often and we automatically loved them because our father did.                                                                                            So there I was, feeling like I accomplished the task of finding something interesting to watch.  I got settled on the sofa with my coffee and with every song I heard, I could see my father singing and smiling.    I knew that if my father were alive I would've had the phone in my hand, smiling at the thought of giving him music that I knew he loved.                       I watched the whole infomercial and was happy to do it.     "I beg your pardon.....I never promised you a rose garden...."  yeah, it was a good  cry.