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My dad sang in their church choir since they joined that church in 1952, until his vision (macular degeneration) got to the point that he couldn’t see the music any more.  Mom still sings in the choir.  The choir practices on Wednesday nights.

While I was at Mom’s this Thursday going round and round with ATT about her bills (which can’t be combined since the internet is U-Verse, and the phone is a land line, and they’re billing her for a second modem because they never received the defective modem which we mailed back to them in July using their return mailing label), she mentioned that last Wednesday, when they got home from Dad’s birthday celebration which we had at Applebee’s Restaurant, there was a message on their phone answering machine.  It was the entire church choir singing “Happy Birthday” to my dad. Yep.  That sort of bear.