I don’t think I’ve shared this estate sale find from a few months ago on here. I was thrilled to get it.
The suit and bow tie look very much like one in the photo that goes with this video. Here’s a Becky fact: I don’t care who sings this song, what the tempo is, or where I hear it. If it plays, I will always, always cry. It is World War 2. It is my father in Normandy. It is seeing my parents dance cheek to cheek to it years later. It is romance and longing and loss and memory.
Fedora tip to the Chairman of the Board.