Turn on the bubble machine....

Found on Face Book:

All I can say to those who complain about having to endure their grandparents watching Lawrence Welk once a week for an hour (including commercials) is, “Hold my beer.”

I grew up living next door to Welk’s xylophonist, who was a very nice man and a most diligent musician. Do you have any idea what it it like hearing the SAME SONG played over and over again on a bloody xylophone? Or worse, THE SAME DIFFICULT PASSAGE? Of course you don’t; it’s probably outlawed by the Geneva Convention.

I remain, to this day, triggered by xylophones.