This little jingle was written for my father Charles Albert Coverett while he was hospitalized in the V.A. hospital (Westminster) in London Ontario over the Christmas 1968 holiday. Elspeth had planned on making him a vest of Royal Stuart tartan for Christmas to match the one she had made for me.

Elspeth and I and my mother (and Blake of course) drove to London to visit Dad on Christmas Day and had a horrible time finding a place to eat as we left for the drive home. Decent restaurants in our price range just weren’t open it seemed. We finally found a Red Barn Drive–In (our least favourite burger joint) and settled for only moderately edible hamburgers, fries and drinks to eat on the way home.

Dad wore his new vest to church the first Sunday he was home.