Back in the early 1960s, my dad was in a very popular regional DooWop band. One of their covers was "Blue Velvet." Whenever the group performed on a weekend afternoon, Mom would go watch the band and bring us kids along. On those special afternoons, I had a little blue velvet Polly Flinders dress that I would wear and would stand up on stage with Dad. When I got married many years later, I surprised Dad by finding a recording of his band's rendition of Blue Velvet for our father-daughter dance.