Of course...much time has passed since last post, but, alas...the actual living of life must precede the chronicling of it! I can't resist reflecting on the Inauguration. I watch with 90 quiet and respectful 5th graders. In general, they didn't really get it...but they listened, clapped, stood with asked and even bowed their little heads during the prayers. It was an uncomfortable intersection of prayer in school for me...but it was part of a national ceremony and they weren't forced to participate. I was struck by all of the hoopla over the course of the last few days. I love that music is such a big part of making these ceremonies have more meaning. But I have to say, by about 30 minutes into the Neighborhood Ball, I couldn't watch anymore pop stars perform. Hearing people try to recreate classic song poorly was painful. Honestly, no one could hold a candle to Stevie. Move out of the way, young whippersnappers, and let the old man still get the job done! I love to see old singers with their pipes intact. It gives me hope that I'll be singing into old age. Meanwhile, I'm looking forward to a few weeks off of Touro life...enjoy yourselves. See you next semester!