I love to sing. I didn’t say that I have a good voice – I just like to sing. I guess I inherited this trait from my mother. One of my fondest childhood memories is of sitting with my mother on the piano bench, my brother on the other side, the three of us singing one of our favorite songs, Bill Grogan’s Goat. In case you’re wondering, Bill Grogan’s goat was feeling fine until he ate three red shirts from off the line.

My repertoire has expanded some since then, but I’m happy to say that we sing a lot at the Monday Club, especially made up, nonsensical songs with no discernable tune such as “What shall we do today, Evan?” or “Where have those dimples gone, Molly?” So this is life at the Monday Club…

“Ho, ho, ho,
Ha, ha, ha,
and a couple of tra, la las,
that’s how we pass the day away in the merry old land of OZ.”