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In California, thieves have three choices: They can go to prison, Sacramento, or Washington D.C.
—Burt Prelutsky
I had a really bad day. First, my ex was run over by a bus. Then I got fired from my job as a bus driver. Bummer.
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happinessâ„¢ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
Bluebird Bitterâ„¢, the beer they named for Bob
Hmmm, don’t think that one caught on… Of course that maniacal laughter during the more energetic part of the song may have scared some people away….
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Actually, I was wrong, it made Addams Family! https://youtu.be/VwpTcimbPLM
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Gomez doing the Freddie. Thank you.
The attempts at hip teen patois were cringeworthy then and still.
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I’d forgotten all about that one!
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Freddie and the Dreamers. I couldn’t’ve told you what The Freddie looked like, but do recall that it was a thing for a moment. Like a bazillion other crazy dances in the ’60s. I learned the Twist. But everybody had to. Hula hoops helped. 😀
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The Freddie was made to order for dancing-impaired people like me, because it’s so easy anyone can do it. It requires no skill, no coordination, no study, no practice. You just do it. 🙂
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When young, I had learned how to Fox Trot, Waltz, and Square Dance. Of course, in High School, these didn’t serve. I didn’t know the Frug from the Mashed Potato. Danced a lot; I just shuffled to the beat (like most of the crowd on shows like American Bandstand).
Blues Brothers came out too late to help. youtu.be/qdbrIrFxas0
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You were way ahead of me. My parents were extremely strict and did not approve of dancing, or anything else fun. I wasn’t allowed to dance, or go to parties where dancing might occur, or to watch dancing on TV. Sigh… I would have given anything to have had normal parents…
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Actually, that sounds “normal” for a lot of the folks ’round here, when I was growing up. They went to a different church than we did. 😀
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I remember watching him do this dance at a concert back about 1965 or 1966 in Wilmington, Delaware. So long ago!
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When I was in junior high, my friends and I used to drive our p.e. teacher crazy by doing The Freddie when we were supposed to be doing jumping jacks. The teacher had no idea what we were doing and thought we were just too stupid to grasp the concept of a jumping jack.
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No! No!
Anything but the Freddie!
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From the days when you could look like a nerd and still be a rock star.
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On reading the comments, I seem to have missed the Freddie somehow. I was beyond my teens so that could be why. 😀 — Suzanne
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I missed the Freddie, too, and I can’t say I’m sorry!
My hat’s off to those guys playing instruments while doing the Freddie, though – couldn’t have been too easy 🙂
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