Dear Folks, I just got off the phone with my Deputy Town of Porter Historian, Millie in Ransomville. I had called my "Deputy Dog" to ask her about the plans that the hamlet of Ransomville had for New Year's Eve. She told me that they didn't have any special plans except for a party that the Ransomville businessmen are throwing just down the road from me at what used to be Harding's Restaurant (now called Perone's). As usual, Millie and I talked about everything and everyone, who died, who was doing what and about life in general. Millie and I are both in our 70s. We're from the same generation and she has a great sense of humor. We got a bit giggly and Millie asked me rather timidly if I remembered John and Marsha. And I immediately responded to her, "Oh John! Oh Marsha!" She knew that I knew exactly what she was referring to. It had to do with a recording that the comedian Stan Freberg made in 1950/51. She was thrilled that I really remembered it myself. There was no music involved and the entire lyrics were very simple, based on only two words, "John" and "Marsha." As I recall, it started with a woman's voice saying lovingly "Oh John" followed by a man's voice replying "Oh Marsha." The setting was repeated several times and then reached a passionate pitch where she said, "Oh, John, John, John!" and he responded "Oh, Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!" It then evolved into inflections of the same two names that indicated they were having a disagreement and as I recall it simmered down with "John?" "Marsha?" And ended up with "Oh, John, John, John" and "Oh Marsha, Masha, Marsha!" Now, I don't expect you younger kids to understand the humor of it, but let me tell you Millie and I laughed our heads off when we realized that both of us remembered how hilarious it was at the time. When we were ready to hang up I said "Oh John." She said, "Oh Marsha" and both of us were still laughing when we hung up. vee