The following is a joke my oldest brother (now 62, closing in on 63 in a couple months) sent me. Further, his "first new car" (67 coupe with a 200 and three-speed) started on this long and never realized dream of me owning a Classic Stang. He also sold me my long-lost 351C Torino when he bought his second Stang - which just added to my misery. For those that might wonder where my left-field sense of humor originated, it's from him. Only a few of the "Classics" (most of you would call us "Old Farts") and maybe Chelle 'cause it's "sorta swing" can appreciate this - everybody else needs to do a Google on {song, Hokey Pokey} and listen to the music file.
On to the joke:
Sad News
With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.
Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey," died pacefully at age 93.
The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in.
And then the trouble started.
Shut up. You know it's funny.
On to the joke:
Sad News
With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.
Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey," died pacefully at age 93.
The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in.
And then the trouble started.
Shut up. You know it's funny.
