The Hokey Pokey

Hey all...

So i'm waiting on a phone call from Jaime because we're supposed to get together tonight, but it hasn't come yet and i'm beginning to doubt its arrival. So, while i'm waiting, why not blog?

SIDENOTE: Jaime did call, we did get together, and we had quite the pleasant evening. She put BJ (her brother) to bed a little while after we had eaten pizza, and we watched Sleepless In Seattle and Lilo & Stitch. It was very enjoyable :END SIDENOTE

I'm not one to let other people post in my blog, because i'm all for original material. In fact, Joe had asked if he could post here, and i shot him down immediately. I'm also a huge advocate for banning forwarded email, which this might be construde as if i were to email it. So, i'm going against a few of my principals here. I must apologize for that. But, before i get off on some sad tangent about how i've just walked away from what i believe in, i'm going to just move on.

I couldn't let this one pass. I would claim at as my own, but as i've given its writer my blog site, she might find out. All kinds of trouble would start. So, with credit going to Lex for this, here it is...

"Sad News

"With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.

"Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote 'The Hokey Pokey,' died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in and, well, then the trouble started......"


I would like to thank Mr. LaPrise for giving us years and years of fun at parties, weddings, get-togethers, and anything else you might play the Hokey Pokey at. Funerals don't quite fit the criteria for such amusement, but i think his would be an exception. I wouldn't break out the hi-fi though. An old phonograph would be just right; a scratchy sound and a genuine appearance. It would lack the sometimes cold and artificial nature of modern electronics. Rather, it would be true, much like LaPrise's character. His ingeniously creative melody combined with a lyrical wit will keep us turning ourselves around for many years to come.

We will miss you, dear sir. The Hokey Pokey, cherished as it may be, is merely a shadowy reflection of who you really were. But it will always be here to remind us what it's really all about.