Our fathers used to listen to Theodore Bikel albums on the Hi Fi when we were kids while they were drinking and making sausage or cooked cabbage and she was getting all nostalgic. I don’t think about dear ol’ dad in glowing terms these days especially after three years of therapy rooted him out as a big part of my problem. So I listened as she ran through a bunch more memories, interjecting when appropriate.
Bikel’s, like, 88, and it doesn’t look like he performs many concerts, mostly in Canada. So I it looks like I’m safe.