It is filled with injustice collectors. On today of all days, remember Fishy Appreciation Day comes only once every four years. This pointless pusillanimous pity party has to stop. Obviously my efforts have been in vain; however, I will try one final time on this auspicious day.
Many years ago when I was in college at Vanderbilt I happened to be a a school event at the hotel where the Country Music Hall of Fame awards dinner was taking place. This was in the era long before Opryville, Ryman Auditorium was still the venue for the Opry broadcasts. They were still carried over WSM, clear Channel 650.
I walked into the ballroom and saw the name tags for the invitees who had not come. My one good eye spotted the tag of Governor Jimmy Davis. I immediately affixed to to my suit lapel. I walked into the ceremony; security was very lax. I volunteered to sing "You Are My Sunshine." They told me thanks, but no thanks.
So in honor of that non event, let me sing this classic in my credible tenor. So this is for Fishy; the man who gave us the throat punch, smooshed duckies, and the wood chipper. Here it is.
You are our sunshine, our only sunshine.
You make us happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know how much we love you.
Please don't take our sunshine away.
The other night, as I lay sleeping,
I deamt I saw you in my dreams...
That led to my efforts to memorialize your continued efforts to lift our spirits and lead us unto the path of righteousness for the Boneyard's sake. I realize that creating order out of the chaos that is the current Boneyard is worse than herding bi polar cats. So let me say once again with sincerity "thanks for the memories."
Many years ago when I was in college at Vanderbilt I happened to be a a school event at the hotel where the Country Music Hall of Fame awards dinner was taking place. This was in the era long before Opryville, Ryman Auditorium was still the venue for the Opry broadcasts. They were still carried over WSM, clear Channel 650.
I walked into the ballroom and saw the name tags for the invitees who had not come. My one good eye spotted the tag of Governor Jimmy Davis. I immediately affixed to to my suit lapel. I walked into the ceremony; security was very lax. I volunteered to sing "You Are My Sunshine." They told me thanks, but no thanks.
So in honor of that non event, let me sing this classic in my credible tenor. So this is for Fishy; the man who gave us the throat punch, smooshed duckies, and the wood chipper. Here it is.
You are our sunshine, our only sunshine.
You make us happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know how much we love you.
Please don't take our sunshine away.
The other night, as I lay sleeping,
I deamt I saw you in my dreams...
That led to my efforts to memorialize your continued efforts to lift our spirits and lead us unto the path of righteousness for the Boneyard's sake. I realize that creating order out of the chaos that is the current Boneyard is worse than herding bi polar cats. So let me say once again with sincerity "thanks for the memories."