Furthering the timeline of Stan Freberg’s masterpiece finds
us in the house, and backyard, of the portly and dynamic
Ben Franklin’s residence.
I love the irreverence that Stan had in putting this together.
He makes Ben a bit of an artist here, of the con variety.
You never know, he could be spot on.
History has a way of correcting itself after a while.
This could be exactly how it unfolded…