How to Laugh at Yourself
Added 2024-04-22 07:00:03 +0000 UTCIt didn’t help that Dad’s primary use for the accordion was to wake me and my brothers up early on Saturday mornings.
We’d all be sound asleep, and he’s stroll in, big grin on his face, blasting “The Clarinet Polka.” Nobody enjoys getting woken up abruptly, few people are fond of accordion music to begin with, and I, specifically, was offended on a purely logical level at the idea that he played “the Clarinet Polka” on an instrument that was demonstrably not a clarinet.
