One day recently, I was thinking that my 97th birthday was just around the corner, and a popular song of the 1920s popped in to my mind. It was titled “The Wreck of the Old 97”. It was on the opposite side of “The Prisoner’s Song”.
I was trying to remember some of the words to associate that “97” with my life’s age of 97. We sang two songs while riding on a flat bed oi...
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