My father was not musical. He used to sing about half a verse of "The Crash on the Highway," just because he particularly hated it. Talk about reverse psychology.

I had to skip a generation. I had a great-uncle who played banjo and harmonica. He was renowned for "Turkey in the Straw." Maternal grandfather liked "The Wedding of Lili Marlene." And how 'bout Mom, you chauvinist? "Be Still, My Soul (Finlandia)." She needed it, I guess, with all those other characters around.

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