I grew up in the Let’s Get Small era. I knew every word and every gesture that Steve Martin did. My friends and I would act out King Tut randomly throughout the day. In 1978, I parked by the Union Stock Yards along with thousands of crazy Steve Martin fans and saw Steve Goodman open for him in a sold-out International Amphitheater.
And to this day I still sing, “Be obsequious, purple, and clairvoyant” when it suits the occasion. (Believe me, I wedge those words in somehow.) So I smiled this morning when by chance I heard Grandmother’s Song. I knew every word. Strange how that works that I can remember something so vividly from 35 years ago. But I still forget the milk.
