I like to think that musical talent sort of runs in my family. My grandfather, my dads Dad who turned 90 this month always had a rather good voice and used to take the lead singing in church. He sees himself as a bit of a Sinatra and often turns a sentence into a little tune. Closer to home, my Mom frequently tells tales of her pink record player and her Bob Dylan LP’s and my Brother plays lead guitar in a band called “The Grumpy Old Men”. They’re quite famous in Clarens. And then there’s me, the girl with…
