He, our youngest son Barney, was laying on the kitchen floor, in the way, with a plastic chicken (of the barnyard type) singing. Boc-boc-booooc-boc-boc-boc-boc-boc…boc-boc-boooooc-boc-boc-boc-boc. (I know…this is the sorriest game of name that tune you’ve ever played. Please, bear with me.) The tune sounded familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite put my finger [...]

