Judy and I had lunch today with Joe and Marilyn Crocker at their place in Wells, ME.  Met the Crocker's dog, and sort of spontaneously burst into song . . . Goodby my Coney Island Baby, Praise God from Whom All Blessings Flow, I Don't Know Why, More,  . . . Grand finale was the Poverty Song (Come Walk with Francis . . Had to dig out the words for that one. .). Any other strange outbursts happening lately??