Peter, Paul and Mary did it, so did Elvis and others. But check it out on YouTube. No more trios or vocalists facing each other, as Peter, Paul and Mary did.
I love this song. Not because I can sing any part, it just resonates with me. I mis-stepped with an old, dear friend today on lyrics and he sent me ones from a Three Dog Night album that was stolen from me while I was hosting a charity event for UNICEF in 8th grade. Heck, I just told you how old I am.
I do like piano and guitar but don’t like being told what to do or play. I’ll learn the chords and be able to play Jingle Bells or some rich Dylan or Cash songs.
Three pieces of mine published at least online at NYTimes this week, a record for me but the hurricane got me going and trying to help the least fortunate, those in the flood plains, stuck there by greedy landlords, out.
I’m not an easy person to live with, but with age has come wisdom so I don’t get into foolish battles I cannot win, even though the right is on our side.
My loving husband is so smart, and wants to do good things. I try to take good care of him, but that’s what you get for lovin’ me. Dee
Cooking with Dee 
I don’t like being told how to pray, either, which is what many candidates would do. Today, my brother accused me of sounding Republican and I assured him I’m Independent. Yes that will mean more mail in the box. Certain things like refraining international spy agencies from spying on US nationals are important to me. I don’t like being considered suspect in my own country. Not that I am, but I don’t like fellow US Citizens, all the senior citizens we know out here, to be suspect as well. Now it’s time to plan an impromtu party this weekend. You enjoy your Labor Day weekend as well. Dee