Tad's Life

I was getting a cup of coffee and singing out loud, "It's morning time. It's morning time." No, there is no such song. It was more like a sing-song chant than anything else. I was actually still in my mind in Jonathan's room and soon on my way back here to wake him up.

As I said to Jane, my life is lived to musical accompaniment. She readily agreed.

My children know this. Allison will laugh if you just mention the song "I believe I can fly." And Jonathan is ready to kill me if I start up with "Oh, Jonnie boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling."

My colleagues know it , too. At Timken, I'd often whistle to myself as I walked from the office area out to the lab. Just the other day, Rodney and I were working in the office here at the Phare and I came back in humming some old song from my youth. I realized it and turned to him to ask, "Where's the music? Why don't you have that computer playing something? You don't want to listen to me!" His reply was, "Yeah, I'm doing it right now. As soon as I heard you singing, I remembered."