Village concert

Last evening I attended a village concert. The performance wasn’t in a village, though it felt like one.  So maybe it was after all? Tim invited me to attend his winter concert at the Soulard School.  Soulard itself is an enclave, a real and true village.  The parents and grandparents gathered in this one place

Bad breath

Once upon a time, in a choir in which I may or may not sing, one of the other people who may or may not sing near me had the most wretched, disgusting halitosis I may or may not ever have smelled.  Stomach-churning.  Head-spinning.  Life-threatening breath, this person may or may not have.