I caught myself singing "Shenandoah" this morning. It really cheered me up; I couldn't stop smiling, such a beautiful tune. Singing it made my daily chores so much easier to get done. But then, I became concerned that I wasn't pronouncing the words correctly. God, I felt so stupid. Now I'm just depressed . . . I'm never going to sing again. Excepting very late at night when the shop is dark and closed . . . Martin
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