For The Curious Ones

There are a lot of serious issues in this world, and in this country, that I think about. Politics, religion, crime, health...If someone asks what I believe about something, I will tell them (or even if they don't ask). Opinionated is a fair description (and probably one of the kinder ones used). If you read some of my comments to others' posts, you'll figure that out. But here? I prefer not to hit you over the head with it. If you nose around, you'll figure out what lies beneath the sweetness and light and bizarre humor. Today, as a special no-morals-here treat, I want to talk to you about....rodents.

But not just any rodents. Chipmunks. More specifically, Alvin, Simon and Theodore. Can't you just hear "The Chipmunk Song"? No? The Chipmunks were the brainchild of a man named Ross Bagdasarian, later voiced by his son Ross Bagdasarian Junior. The basic concept of normal voices speeded up to sound like that one Munchkin in The Wizard of Oz proved to be hilarious down through the years. This is the stuff of my indefinitely extended childhood. Reruns of "Alvin and the Chipmunks"...

And the music. What would Christmas be without "Christmas Don't Be Late" (a.k.a. "The Chipmunk Song")? But the Chipmunks are more than annoying relatives that just show up at Christmas. They sing the Beatles, run for President, venture into CCM. So, my friends, embrace the Chipmunks. They taught me how to recite 'Twas The Night Before Christmas, and that sometimes you can find fun CD's for five bucks at Walgreens. But perhaps most of all, the Chipmunks helped me to appreciate my inner child that won't shut up. For there's nothing quite like a good Chipmunks song sung at the top of the lungs....