I’m quite possibly the only straight guy in America that knows all of the words to all of the songs from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Sound of Music”.  I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth, but we did have a Baby Grand piano in the living room.  And my Mom played, and my Sisters played, and my Dad played.  And I sang along. Continue reading And now, I’d like to Sing a Song →