* * * * A few nights after this, Mom was just finishing up “Swinging On A Star,” when my sweating father decided to take a break from pumping the harmonium. He motioned for a volunteer. One of the passengers took over as Mother began “Sentimental Journey.” Dad had met this particular “volunteer” in a poker game a couple of days before, and felt a mite guilty about tagging this gentleman, for he knew this guy wasn’t in the best of shape. He was of medium height, had dark hair and eyes - denoting his Irish-Sioux blood – who was full of yellow jaundice, which made him a tad underweight. He also walked funny; leaning forward at a 45-degree angle. Which was due to his recently crashing in a fighter - severely damaging his knees – causing them to be bandaged with yards of...