…and a different spelling.
I’ve lost my voice. No smartass, it’s not obvious from the quality of my posts here lately. I mean I can’t talk. Well, I can sorta squawk and croak. Bridget Werner from the dart team calls it “a creepy old man voice” in a “hey kids, wanna come to the basement for a Popsicle” kinda way.
It’s mostly just a pain in the ass (and throat) and mildly distressing. I mean, it’s been over 3 weeks now. I checked the internets and apparently it is not that unusual for laryngitis to take several weeks to heal. So, I guess I’ve just got to tough it out and ride this hoarse till it drops…
I love it when my voice gets all raspy. Enjoy your Godfather (Perv-father?) status while you can.
BTW, I’m enjoying these pics from your youth. As the proverb goes: the child is the father of the man.
Thanks, Kevin. At the norebang I’m pretty much limited to Louis Armstrong. This too shall pass!