Today, a nearly toothless young man asked me if I could whistle. Damn straight, I can. It may be my one musical claim to fame that I can whistle the hell out of anything. It's a big change from my early childhood when I followed my father and my older brother around the house proclaiming I had the chops to tweet with the big boys.
"I CAN WHISTLE! WATCH ME! No, over here. I'm short, look down."Then I'd then squeal through pursed lips until they
The conversation with the Kindergartners got a little fuzzy after that. It morphed into beegums and aliens wearing underpants but next week, I will turn that classroom on its head and we shall work on our performance piece. I just can't decide between "Purple Rain" or "Highway to Hello Kitty" (that would make an awesome band name).
What can you whistle?
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