"Yes, sir the weather has been unusually fair lately."
"That sweater really brings out the color in your bridgework."
"And a Good Evening to you Ma'am," I would doff my cap to the ladies.
And, as the lights dimmed and the floor cleared, my father and I would gather our wits and start the show.
"Me and my Shadow," he'd whisper with a wink,
as we strolled onto the stage
and into our act like an overly worn pair of socks.
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Heck--most nights,
when those familiar tunes would start,
we really did knock 'em out.