Best is not one I will try to name.
When I was a girl I would sit at the piano and play while my father would sing "The Rose of Tralee". Now, there's a love song.

"Twas not her beauty, alone, that won me.
Oh, no, twas the truth in her eyes ever shining,
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.

I am at the public library posting this, since my computer is down for about a week. My time is up at this terminal, but when I am back online at home I will be back at the Mudcat. See you then.

Alice in Montana