I didn’t go out to the family home yesterday…
But I had a long FaceTime convo with Pop to wish him a happy Father’s Day.
I also Doordashed him brunch from IHOP. We talked while he was eating.
He reminded me of the time I made him laugh at a funeral. I was about 15, the deceased had been a longtime member of the parish, and friendly with my parents, but I didn’t know her well.
We were sitting in the pews, I was reading the program. A soloist was going to sing "His Eye Is On The Sparrow". Apparently the deceased had liked the song. It wasn’t one of our Catholic hymns and I didn’t recognize it, except for…
"Pop," I asked, "Someone’s going to sing the theme from ‘Baretta’ ?"
He looked startled and said, "I’m pretty sure it’s not the same song—"
Very low, I murmured,
"Don’t go to bed with no price on your head…"
"Aw, cut that out !" Pop had his hand over his face, trying not to laugh.
"Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time…" I said.
Pop gave me a look, then getting up, excused himself with Mom, who had been blissfully unaware, and rushed out of the church.
After a bit, Mom asked me to go out and make sure Pop was okay. So I went out, his face was practically red from laughing. "That was so wrong," he said. "I don’t know if I’ll be able to listen to the singer now without thinking about the other song !"
This is the theme, for anyone unfamiliar…
[media=https://youtu.be/5HNWhVXcjV8]
And it most definitely was not the same song. 😄
I also Doordashed him brunch from IHOP. We talked while he was eating.
He reminded me of the time I made him laugh at a funeral. I was about 15, the deceased had been a longtime member of the parish, and friendly with my parents, but I didn’t know her well.
We were sitting in the pews, I was reading the program. A soloist was going to sing "His Eye Is On The Sparrow". Apparently the deceased had liked the song. It wasn’t one of our Catholic hymns and I didn’t recognize it, except for…
"Pop," I asked, "Someone’s going to sing the theme from ‘Baretta’ ?"
He looked startled and said, "I’m pretty sure it’s not the same song—"
Very low, I murmured,
"Don’t go to bed with no price on your head…"
"Aw, cut that out !" Pop had his hand over his face, trying not to laugh.
"Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time…" I said.
Pop gave me a look, then getting up, excused himself with Mom, who had been blissfully unaware, and rushed out of the church.
After a bit, Mom asked me to go out and make sure Pop was okay. So I went out, his face was practically red from laughing. "That was so wrong," he said. "I don’t know if I’ll be able to listen to the singer now without thinking about the other song !"
This is the theme, for anyone unfamiliar…
[media=https://youtu.be/5HNWhVXcjV8]
And it most definitely was not the same song. 😄
