has just been solved. Since the middle eighties I have walked around, not all the time, but occasionally, wondering what in the world a “Polly-gag” was. You know what I am talking about. Bonnie Tyler, “Total Eclipse of the Heart”. For years, I thought there was a level of romantic love that was beyond my measly comprehension because I failed to decode what in the wide world of sports a polly-gag was; and WHY is it giving of sparks!!!
Well, technology has come to the rescue with the Shazam app on my wife cell phone, and I needn’t wonder anymore. It’s, “powder keg”, not polly-gag. I am such a dufus. If I could have those years back… I would put more time into figuring out the mystery of who Jane Weaver is, and how she could get me through the night.