I took myself out for dinner tonight—my first time doing so since my operation—and heard angelic singing coming from the lobby of the hotel that abutted the restaurant. I went out to see who it was, a $20 bill in my hand—I thought it was a street-singing group I might invite to serenade me at my table.
It turned out to be the world-famous Persuasions, checking into their room. I'm so glad I didn't offer them the $20!
