Excerpt from “It’s All Bubble and Squeak To Me”
Back in the “good old” Sacramento days when I wasn’t good and I wasn’t old, my pals and I never got tired of Lefty Daugherty entertaining us with funny little rhymes that rolled off his tongue in oddly accented English that sounded like Eliza Doolittle’s father in My Fair Lady: “Your rattles and jar, that’s[…]