My choir performed in the old Norwegian mining town Røros last Saturday. That's a five hour drive one way from where I live. The turn out was okay and Røros itself is always worth a visit. On our way home we held a concert in Hov church at Sunndalsøra. We had bitched about this because we would rather have held two concerts in Røros, but our director had arranged the concert and that was that. The turn out was miserable and we felt that, once again, we were putting a lot of effort into something almost nobody appreciates. But there was one young woman who came in just before the concert started; she sat through the first segment with Haydn Missa Brevis and Mozart Laudate Dominum with her eyes closed. The second segment with soloist and piano the same. When the choir started again, we sang movements IV and V from Brahms' Requiem; her tears started to flow. For those unfamiliar with it, the Requiem was composed as a work of comfort and reconciliation. These two movements are the most lyrical and melodious parts. I'm convinced she came to our concert for the comfort the music could give her. I felt ashamed for our thoughts about not more people showing up. We sang for her that afternoon, all else was immaterial.
And Spaw, I've been around the Cat almost as long as you. I was never much of an active contributor, but it felt like home to me too. I miss the good old days they say never happened. You're one of the reasons I've stuck around as long as I have. If I can echo your wit, good writing and raucous humor back at you in any that helps you now, consider it done.