Ode to Allan Sherman - Man, Did He Have it Right!

As I packed my bags (yet again) to check out of my hotel (yet again) this morning, all I could think of was Allan Sherman's song "Shake Hands with your Uncle Max" - especially the beginning words:

I sell a line of plastics
And I travel on the road
And I have a case of samples
Which believe me is a load

Every night a strange cafe
A strange hotel and then
Early in the morning
I am on the road again

When the season's over
And my lonesome journey ends
That's the only time I see
My family and my friends

I drive up Ocean Parkway
And before I stop the car
My ma leans out the window
And she hollers, "Here we are!"

For all you Allan Sherman fans out there, check out this website - it's good for lots of laughs:

http://mywebpages.comcast.net/allansherman/index.html

A.