Buckles Blog: From Dave Price

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Let's all sing about eight bars of this little ditty.

Eric said...: Despite his dissipating life-style, Harry K. Thaw lived to a ripe old age, dying in Miami, Florida in 1947 at the age of 76. A funny story, possibly true, is that Thaw, upon seeing the Philadelphia City Hall was reported to have said, "My god, I shot the wrong architect.”; 18 November, 2012 12:04
Ole Whitey said...: Erik: For your information 76 is NOT a "Ripe Old Age."

I would say Harry died rather young.

Regards, Kid Whitey; 18 November, 2012 13:25
Chic Silber said...: Sure hope Professor Herriott is

too busy today to catch you Eric; 18 November, 2012 14:14
Chic Silber said...: You've gotta forgive him Dave

He's only a musician

Like Dancers they only count to 8; 18 November, 2012 14:17
Ole Whitey said...: Erik: I hope you can count to 8 without patting your foot.; 18 November, 2012 15:30
Eric said...: In 1947, 76 was considered a ripe old age. Today it’s no big deal. (Don't confuse ripe old age with venerable old age.); 19 November, 2012 00:10

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