Bobby Darin’s Mack the Knife was my parent’s favorite song. I have heard this from both of them at one time or another. Although my mother was more emphatic about it, it didn’t take much thinking on my father’s part to agree.

This makes me laugh every time I hear Mack the Knife. The song is about a paid killer dispatching his victim’s body into the river. No two hearts beating as one or you light up my life or any such romantic nonsense for my Mom and Dad. No, my parents hearts went all squishing when hearing about a murder victim bleeding to death in an alley.

So, if you are ever wondering why I turned out this way, this might be your first clue. This should tell you a lot about my upbringing.