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I was a big fan of the Lawrence Welk Show.

Could there possibly be an un-cooler admission in the world?  And yet, it's true - and admitting a problem is the first step, doncha know?

What brought this on?  The "Champagne Lady", Norma Zimmer passed away this week, at the age of 89.  She was a lovely and gracious woman, by all accounts, graced by a sweet, formal soprano.

I used to watch the show every Saturday night with Dad, and later, with Dad and Grandma.  I'm a sucker for song and dance, although if you've never seen the Lawrence Welk show - don't think "Glee", think "Mickey Mouse Club" meets the senior center.   (And, just so you know, an alum of the Mickey Mouse Club starred on the Lawrence Welk show.  Kinda sick that I know that, huh?)

I even got a bio of Lawrence Welk for a birthday.  Isn't it amazing that I can admit that?  I've done a lot of work...therapy...self-actualization.

Oh, well.  I enjoyed it, I loved watching it with my dad, and it was a sweet, unpretentious show, that really did feature some folks with talent.

My very favorite viewing moment was this:  Grandma (watching the African-American tap dancer):  "He's the only colored man on this show."  Dad:  "They are all colored.  He's just black."

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