HOTTT DANG! I used to love ta choon inta him and listened with rapt attention as he would loudly unscrew the lid of a Nescafe jar and make what he so blithely called coffee. He'd play the darndest songs! And recite the truckdrivers prayer and offer autographed placemats with a picture of Jesus and the Twelve Disciples on 'em....

When I would sneak out of the house as a 17-year-old wildnik and go cruising for burgers down the Connecticut Thruway in the early Sixties, we would always hoot and holler over chunes like "Winder Shoppin'".

But either through a glitch in my memory or just bad reception, I have always remembered his handle as "The Coffee-Drinking Night Owl" rather than hawk. No never mind. I can still here that overly-earnest twang comin' to all the Friends and Neighbors from DoubleyaDoubleyaVeeeeeAy:

C~~~~~~~C7~~~~~~
Just winder SHOPpin'
F~~~~~~~C~~~
Just winder SHOPpin'
C~~~~~~~~~~D7~~~~~~~~G
Fer anyone who's fool eeeNUF to fall.
C~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~C7
Yew don' know REEL luhve;
F~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yew never FEEL luhve;
G~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~G7
Yer jus' winder SHOPpin'
G7~~C
Is all!

Yeeeehaaaa. Thanks for the memories!

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