Sing A Song

From the time I was a child, I remember my father singing. He has a wonderful voice.  My sister and I are among the few people that know all of the words to most Al Jolson songs. He walks around the house singing. When he buys a car, it doesn't matter if it comes with a radio or CD player. My parents would never turn it on. When my parents drive anywhere, my father  sings to my mother. I do not think they even know how to turn the radio on. He sings loud and sings a variety of songs. They can take a road trip for five hours and he will never repeat the same song. Occasionally, he whistles in between the words. He sings, Sinatra, Dean Martin, Tony Bennett and all of the other popular crooners. When I visit him, he is a passenger in the car. As soon as I turn on the car, I turn the radio on. My father starts to sing but not to the song that is playing. He has his own internal song list. I shut the radio off. My father's singing, is music to my ears.