<<It was actually nice song, but all I could get out of it was a bogey-man type of charcter, who lived in the barn and ate trash. >>
LOL! My scariest childhood memories were when we lived in Flint, MI (scary enough) and my parents would visit with our neighbors the Gliddens. Mrs. Glidden had a vicious wart on her nose & I was convinced she was a witch! Then there was the great prayer my parents taught me..."If I DIE before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take"...that made for many a comforting nights' sleep! Bob NP: Roland Kirk, "We Free Kings"
