By Dorothy Rosby
I woke up this morning with that old Four Seasons’ song, “Walk Like a Man,” stuck in my head. I don’t know why. I don’t particularly like it. I haven’t heard it lately. And yet there it was banging around between my ears all morning like a marble in a tin can.
I wish this was an isolated incident. But a few days ago I woke up to Blondie’s “The Tide is High.” And I recently spent an entire afternoon with Abba’s “Take a Chance on Me” going around and around in my mind. At least I like both of those.