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I've also have the "Civil War Songs of the North" sister album.

This from my dad's old collection.

Capitol Records, T 1540

Side 1:
1. Stonewall Jackson's Way
2. Lorena
3. Riding a Raid
4. Maryland, my Maryland
5. Goober Peas
6. I Can Whip the Scoundrel (who stole ole' Abner's Shoes)

Side 2:
1. The Bonnie Blue Flag
2. The Valiant Conscript
3. The Rebel Soldier
4. The Southern Wagon
5. Flight of the Doodles
6. D I X I E

From KTAR Radio, NBC, Dial 620, with the playlist sticker (times and ASCAP info) still on the backside.

I'll get around to the other album, later...

(I couldn't find a date on this damned thing, but sometime in the '50, I think)

Why the posting paucity, you ask? Well, a variety of reasons...springtime, good weather, outdoor building project(s), birthday (why does everyone want to go out to eat on one's birthday? what's wrong with nice presents?), and the day after, a year ago, my dad died. In other words, I've been moody.

All these things, and more.

But, at least I'm still six feet above these nice green acres, and not sub-terrania (but in my case, I've pretty much decided in favor of flamery instead of planting...global warming and all of that...my final flippery to Al Gore's nonsensical religiousity).

More, later, especially if the rain doesn't quit.

Darrel Ng, Fred's spokesperson (who's out of a job right now) has bitten into a chokecherry over Norris' previous endorsement of Huckabee. This 'boycott call' is a bit late, and not in good form. Not that I care much for Huckholio, or Norris for that matter, but calling out Norris for his endorsement this late in the game (which for Ng, is certainly, hopefully, over) is just nugacious.

Ng should've been content to watch Chuck Norris get his ass kicked a couple times. I always enjoy recalling this particular scene, featuring Bruce Lee batting Chuck about like a kitten playing with a knickknackery.

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h/t Allahpundit

And Elvira (Mistress of the Dark) (the lawsuit says so!) has just enough turkey dressings left to remind us of those two pleasantries...

Ahhh...the '80's, how can we not enjoy these flesh-backs?