It’s larynx. Not lairnix. Or larenix. Or however one would have to misspell that mispronunciation. But we don’t have to get all wrangled up and out of joint about it. We can just call it a voice box. And I bet more than half the people you say that to will know what you mean. The others probably wouldn’t know because they still think … The rest of the story…
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If you’re a fan, you might remember Cyndi Lauper singing “All Through The Night.” I don’t know how high it made it on the charts. But I know it was one of her hits. Here’s the chorus: We have no past we won’t reach back. Keep with me forward all through the night. And once we start the meter clicks, And it goes running … The rest of the story…
Way back, when I was but a wee lad with a mind of mush, I found daily joy in the sound of me own voice (not sure why I remember that with an Irish brogue). And that might seem a bit arrogant, but allow me to explain and expound. My own voice was my instrument of choice. Most guys I knew, back then, who … The rest of the story…