When I think of Judy, I think of lemons…and not just any lemon, but Meyer Lemons. And if I ever get to California, the first thing I’ll do is to search out the closest lemon bar, walk in, order a Meyer lemonade, and toast Judy Allen.
I’ll also think of Judy whenever I’m walking down Clinton Street and I pass some guy whistling a Russ Morgan tune like ‘So Tired’, or when I hear a group of guys sitting around shooting the bull and one of them suddenly says, ‘you know, I wouldn’t give a bean to be a fancy pants marine!’. Singing vocals with Eddie and Johnson County Landmark at Hancher will always be one of the highest points of my life.
And, of course, if it hadn’t been for Judy, then Bill, Eddie, Jimmy and Gerry would just have been a Barber Quartet, since she always said that she put the ‘shop’ in ‘barbershop’.
I have often read about ‘angel choirs’, but my bet is they will soon have choreography to go along with the music. So sorry, Eddie, that she had to leave so soon.