My son got a spy toy for his birthday - a stealthy microphone transmitter and a receiver with earpiece. Never mind that our apartment is so small, it's pretty much impossible to have a covert conversation anywhere. The frequency this surveillance tool operates at is right around 105.9. Which also happens to be the signal of WQXR, a classical radio station in the NYC area. Which means all my son hears in his earpiece is Berlioz and Haydn and Chopin. He's not complaining. I'm not complaining. But, really? The toy designers chose a single frequency, and it's right smack dab in the middle of the FM radio range?

The other night, I quickly scanned my husband's Spotify Easy Listening / Exotica playlist folder to find some appropriate dinner music and landed on Hugo Montenegro'sCrazy Arms. As we ate, with the mellow strings of the Hugo Montenegro orchestra in the background, I kept commenting, "Oh, hey, we sang this song in my country harmony singing class." Crazy Arms. Making Believe. More and More. I could sing the high tenor on like half the songs on this album. Which led me to wonder, was my country harmony teacher a Hugo Montenegro fan? Or was Hugo Montenegro a fan of country harmony?

Should have worn my white gloves today.