Dear Levnetters:
Put away your bag of feathers and bucket of molten-hot pitch. I am volunteering to leave town so as to avoid being ostracized by the theremin community after being totally blindsided by my daughter for recording me demonstrating the theremin. My relatives were over to celebrate my 84th birthday and wanted to see me play, but I never expected to be recorded doing so, much less having all my sour notes and the dreadful acoustics being up loaded to You Tube.
So there you have it. Shame, shame, I know your name, ME!
Even more embarrassing was when I was treated to lunch at a local eatery, and someone told the waitress it was my birthday.
The whole crowded restaurant sang "Happy Birthday Dear Howie" and so my kin really finished the embarrassment job on me. (See attached photo)
Leave it to Peter to find this video so fast. He could easily replace Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock Homes on PBS.
Thank you Peter for you kind words.
Uncle Howie