"They Can't Take That Away from Me. Ah, Ginger. Ginger, Ginger, Ginger. Why such a rabid Republican? I could overlook it. I could.
Every morning — or just about — I wake up with some snatchlet of music in my head. Some days it may take well past lunch for the theme from "What's Happenin'?'" to work its way out and I figure why should I suffer alone?