Tonight I went to music; each week Wednesday six of us get together for three hours. Good stuff, good harmonies. Tonight I learned a gospel song that I somehow missed learning along the way, Where the Roses Never Fade". I'm going down to Oregon for a few weeks and I'll teach it to my family.

It was more muted and reflective tonight, I think, plus the fiddler played Spring Creek, a tune that deserves a more descriptive name than that. It's somber and all-encompassing and off in the distance you can hear the funeral drums...