The planning and laughing.
Everything seems so very simple at this moment. I am listening to Andrea Bocelli sing Ave Maria in Milan. I know all of the words. I do not sing along. Millions of people around the world tuned in live to watch this man sing in a church in an effort to feel part of something together, while we are all distanced from one another. I can't count the number of times that I sang this song as second soprano in the Knights Of Columbus All Girls Choir, while our Choir Director, a tiny little lady with an odd shape of a haircut would jump up and down, sometimes yelling, sometimes hitting her stick so hard on her music stand that I don't know how either didn't break, practicing sections of each part of the song, over, and over, and over again. (I remember one time she made us say, "I am not a fat cow" because we were singing like fat cows, however the fat cows sing). Andrea probably didn't have to practice as much as we did, a group of 25 or teen girls. I ca...