Don’t’ know what it is – Eartha Kitt asking for a ’54 convertible, too, light blue, or, Perry Como claiming he met a man from Tennessee going to Pennsylvania for some home made pumpkin pie.
Whatever the tune, when I hear it my mind goes in fast reverse, landing somewhere in late December between 1956 and ’60.
Suddenly I am in elementary school, standing in the downtown Lima Public Square on the final Saturday before Christmas. The place is packed; the word “mall” is not yet in our vocabulary.
This trip occurs often this time of year, thanks to Eartha, Perry and other Christmas vocalists from the pre-Beatle era.