Rain all night. Rain all day.
We walked anyway as it let up at dawn. A 2/5/10 mile run/walk for the Cancer Center was weaving in and out, groups of black and yellow, green and orange neon clad runners calling out "Happy New Year" as they passed by.
The camptown ladies sing this song
Doo da, Doo da.
Camptown's racetrack's 5 miles long
Oh doo da day.
Going to rain all night
Going to rain all day
I bet my money on a bob tailed nag
Somebody bet on the bay.
Great Uncle Charlie (Charles Baer) wrote songs of this era like Stephen Foster. I have a box of his sheet music. His sister, Florence, collaborated but got no credit. His wife died in childbirth and his son, Charles,
died of spial meningitis at age 18.
I remember the big breakfast table being set with white cloth and at Uncle Charlie's place, there was a steaming bowl of oatmeal, with a glass of orange juice and a jigger of whiskey alongside.
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