Father's Day snuck up on me a bit this year. But though his passing is so recent, I have wonderful thoughts, and the day is full of great memories.
This was probably my dad's favorite Father's Day song. (And I don't think there's any "probably" about it.) We had a tradition on Father's Day -- I'd call, and sometimes he'd jump in as soon as I wished him Happy Father's Day and not want to delay things a moment longer, and sometimes I'd intentionally push things past the greeting and start chatting for a few minutes, starting a conversation, waiting for him to finally cut me off and say, "The song!"
And of course, I always, knew what "The Song" meant.
It meant Harry Ruby's song, "Father's Day."
Here is Groucho Marx singing The Song on The Dick Cavett Show.
This was probably my dad's favorite Father's Day song. (And I don't think there's any "probably" about it.) We had a tradition on Father's Day -- I'd call, and sometimes he'd jump in as soon as I wished him Happy Father's Day and not want to delay things a moment longer, and sometimes I'd intentionally push things past the greeting and start chatting for a few minutes, starting a conversation, waiting for him to finally cut me off and say, "The song!"
And of course, I always, knew what "The Song" meant.
It meant Harry Ruby's song, "Father's Day."
Here is Groucho Marx singing The Song on The Dick Cavett Show.
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