How cool! Jim Nabors is at Indy singing

The man has some serious pipes! Glad to see he's still going strong!

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/01/30/jim-nabors-stan-cadwallader-marry_n_2579630.html

And this:



http://voices.yahoo.com/not-all-celebrities-liberal-democrats-4980894.html?cat=27

I didn't know about his political affiliation. What a shame. I'm sure the Log Cabin Republicans are familiar with the hatred directed their way from a good number of those who share their political convictions, and so is Jim Nabors.

and he's a good man. Well, both of them are.

I wasn't into his type of singing, but now that I'm older, I can appreciate his beautiful voice. I hope there's a YouTube of it. He is such a nice, kind man.

Exceptionally nice and kind Man.

every year since 1972 - except last year, which he missed due to illness. True, his voice is marvelous. I'm not an expert in such matters, but it seems plausible that he could have been a great opera singer if he had chosen to take that path.

But you are correct...every other year since '72

http://www.indystar.com/article/20130509/LIFE08/305090046/Jim-Nabors-returning-sing-year-s-Indy-500?nclick_check=1

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It wouldn't be Indy without Jim.

Actually, the attendance today is fairly good compared to the last few years,
but radically down from the Good Old Days when Indy wasn't so boring
and the cars weren't so ugly.

I'm watching on TV, and the stands aren't near full.
My guesstimate is that between 1/3 to 1/4 of the seats are empty.
I wouldn't be watching today if it wasn't a tradition.
I've watched religiously since the late 50s.
IndyCar racing used to be much more fun
and much more exciting before all the rules and Corporate Money ruined it.

The cars look like something out of a SpeedRacer cartoon,
and Push-to-Pass??!!! Really? You gotta be kidding.

He and I were born in the same town, Sylacauga, AL. He went to school with my mother's older sister. I never lived in Sylacauga really but visited my mother's parents, who at one point lived across the street from his mother. He was just beginning his Gomer career so the town was gaga. But I was never there when he was. I did, however, talk to his mom a couple of times (I was really little, like six or seven) as she walked the big poodle that had been his but that she'd kept when he left. My cousins met him a time or two. I wasn't smart enough at the time to envy them, but I've come to admire him and chuckle about my brush with greatness.