In my haste to get to the hospital where my parents are recuperating, I forgot to feed Rebel and Lucky Dawg. The pups looked at me accusingly as I fell in the door and tossed them a “dot dog” (our pet name for hot dogs).
I needed some connection with nature so I walked out back to listen to the crickets, and what should be playing on the Mississippi State carillons, but “Sunny Side of the Street.”
I began to sing along at the top of my voice (my neighbors know I’m a bit loony). Remember that tune? It goes like this:
“Grab your coat and snatch your hat, leave your worries on the doorstep.
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street.
Can’t you hear that pitter pat and that happy tune in your step.
Life can be so sweet on the sunny side of the street.
I used to walk in the shade with the blues on parade.
BUT I’M NOT afraid.. the rover, has crossed over.
If I never had a cent I’ll be rich as Rockefeller.
The gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street.
I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade.
But I’m not afraid ’cause the rover, he got over.
If I never had a cent I’d be rich as Rockefeller. All those chicks ’round my feet – 0n the sunny side of the street.”
What a neat little tune. My spirits were instantly lifted.