Day 3 And Counting

I have been singing the following song lyrics in my head for three days now, courtesy of Dan Zanes:
Low bridge, everybody down.
Low bridge, everybody down.
And you always know your neighbor, you always know your pal,
if you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal.

Milo doesn't even like this song. He likes:
I love you
A bushel and a peck
You bet your pretty neck I do.

He requests it by saying "Bushelpeck!"

But no matter, I am stuck singing the Erie Canal song, which always conjurs up images of my 4th grade music class, which I think is when I initially learned the song. It was part of some kind of misguided attempt to educate us about American history through music. Or something like that. It's such a depressing song, in a sad, minor key, it always made me think that navigating the Erie Canal sounded like a nightmare.

And then I lived in Syracuse, NY briefly, which is very close to the Erie Canal, and I vaguely remember going to some kind of Erie Canal museum. What I learned was that everyone navigating the Erie Canal was depressed because they were in SYRACUSE.