Ghoulish Lisa!

'Twas Tuesday night, before Halloween,

And Lisa was nowhere to be seen!

'Tis concert night at R.P. High;

Who’s to play the piano, asked I?

Why, all I see is a skeleton ghoul,

With painted face and a cute tutu!

What’s that? The ghoul at the piano, I see!

What has he done with my Lisa Marie?

But lo, it’s Lisa, dressed up as a ghoul;

Accompanying the choir, all dressed up too!

Of course, this was the way to be seen,
On this Tuesday night, before Halloween!

Poncho

In looking for photos that would help in my trip east, to find my Mom's roots, I came across a few pictures of the "Bag of Worms," as Dad used to describe Poncho.  I really can't remember much about this horse (how Grandpa Schotts happened to come by it, why he thought I'd want a horse, how long I had it, and what happened to it) but I think the expression in Poncho's eyes says it all!  Date?  I'm thinking the summer of 1972 or 1973.  The field was an empty one, just to the north of the house at the car lot, on Whitehall Rd.

Mr. Boogie Woogie