On a day like today
We'd pass the time away
Writing looooove leeeetterrrs
In the Sand.
How you laughed, when I cried
Each time we saw the tide
Take our loooove leeeters
from the sand...etc., etc..

Actua;;y, Homeless, I'll stop for fear of ruining a perfectly pleasant melody in your head.

Metchosing I understand the affection for This Old House -- I gre up in an old house myself, a sprawling colonia with parts predating the Revolution, and i loved it. But musically, I am sorry to say, it's in the Patti Page category. Well, ok, not quite...I won't argue about individual tunes. That postwar era, in a kind of massive post trauma syndrome of gleeful propriety and insincerity, was (for me, mind you) just so rich with saccharinity as to earmark the whole period as the Age of Saccharine. A mish mash of pseudo-victorian morals and hypocritical practices and smarmy public art modeled on the plastic flamingo... A land where the acquisition of Lawn Dwarfs was the pinnacle of social and financial success in many places....yuk. Don't me -- I'm just reliving my Gregory Corso period...