Footloose and Footstools… Miss Parker, my fourth grade music teacher, was really cool. She sported tiny, oval-shaped, gold-rimmed glasses, had long, straight dark hair, and played acoustic guitar as accompaniment to our singing.  This was 1973, so it was all perfect. For a project, she asked us to write a Halloween Song. My mother and I came up with this: There was a pumpkin round and fat His name was Jack-o-lantern. Come, and light him up, Come, and light him up, Come, ... Read more