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Thursday, March 1, 2007

Happy Birthday, Harry Belafonte!

Dear Mr. Tallyman,

You wrote the best banana song ever! I also work on a banana boat, and lemme tell ya, the boys never get tired of singing your awesome banana song. Maybe 30, 40 times a dayo. I’ve been working on the boat twelve and half years now. There’s usually some idle chitchat at the start of the workday—sports, weather, stuff like that. We don’t really discuss politics much on the boat. After an hour or so, we’ve pretty much said all there is to say. Most of the guys don’t have too much going on after work. You spend long hours on the boat, and it’s exhausting; usually when daylight come, me want to go home. Anyway whenever it gets quiet for a bit, somebody will always shout, “Daaaaaaaaay-o.” It’s usually this guy Wally. And then there’s generally a moment of silence, and you don’t know if anyone’s going to pipe up and continue the song. You just wait and wait and sometimes you really think it’s over, that the boys have had enough of it … but somebody always sings back “Day-ay-ay-o” eventually. And then we’re all singing it. It’s a real catchy tune.

Wally’s O.K., I guess. I just wish he’d mix it up a bit.

Happy birthday!

Josh Abraham