Thursday, July 18, 2024
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‘I’m No Hero. The Heroes Are Still There.’

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The Sirius station devoted to Frank Sinatra croons in the dark house — the lamps are set to switch on at other times — that stands along a dirt road in rural Levy County.

“Make it one for my baby,” Ol’ Blue Eyes sings, “and one more for the road.”

At the sun-lit kitchen table, Bud Shipbaugh, a 94-year-old with plenty on top for a high-and-tight haircut, mostly bypasses the formalities and goes straight into his reverence for big-band music, like that of Harry James, Tommy Dorsey and the rest.

The last time Shipbaugh danced to such music was at the Hollywood Palladium in Hollywood, California, in 1942, when he was 20. The child of the Great Depression had been carried to the West Coast from his hometown of Navarre, Ohio, by a storm that had flooded the world with oppression, violence and destruction.

Read the full story in Senior Times magazine.
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