First let me give you a sense of my audience not counting the people in my building particularly in the apartments above me.
So you see I’m bringing joy to a tremendous number of people.
I decided to give everyone a second chance, (can a Jew be made a saint? Look that up.) and begin with the bird calls again.
Which I may add is no mean feat holding a microphone in one hand and an open umbrella in the other (Cup O’Noodles) but I gave it a go.
In these terrible times when it comes to entertaining the homebound (Think Bob Hope in wartime) one must put one’s ego aside and fight on.
Look I know we don’t see a lot of rare birds on 58th street so I’ll give them that but when I start with cock a doodle do and some jerk from 59th street, I’m thinking the 11th floor shouts out “Duck” well that’s simply yards away from country bumpkin.
I moved on with my impressions. I started with Ralph Bellamy. At first , nothing. So I’m thinking “Maybe I should do someone that the kids can appreciate so I moved on with Soupy Sales (who a friend who went to bed with him said had webbed feet.).
Only when I decided to up my repertoire with some musical impressions.
About a stanza into Debby Boone’s “You Light Up My Life” I received rousing applause from the Window Treatment office in the D&D building.
Of course since the D&D building is closed I’m fairly sure the guy was robbing it but an audience is and audience.
Even crooks need cheering up in these uncertain times.
Now something for your memory books when Superintendents still fixed the sinks in your apartment.
Stay safe all.
Debby is a woodland Sprite! 💖🐾💕🐾💓🐾❤️🐾♥️🐾🌟🌟🌟
Soupy Sales! Ha!