I knew I needed a post for Sunday that put some pep to my writing and so I thought of my man, Emmett, right away. There's nothing like a washboard for rhythm and fuzzy stuffed animals on strings to provide holy-day entertainment.
Actually, because I'm not shaving this month, I am beginning to look a lot like these fellows. If I had more energy, I might even post a photo of my pathetic beard. For today, however,I'm settling with a throw back to my youth.
I'm counting on it to perk up another day playing the keyboard piano.