My children and I have different taste in music. Because I didn't like their music, I felt that I should at least expose them to something other than rock and roll. Thus, we worked out an arrangement. I would listen to their music if they would listen to some of mine. I gave them a variety of music, including the soundtracks from Les Miserables and The Phantom of The Opera. When I gave them this music I made a cutting remark, saying, "This music tells a beautiful story, unlike rock and roll which just praises drugs, sex and violence." But my children defended their music.
I've had many reports of the Remembrance Sunday service held at Dickleburgh (in Norfolk, England) this year, mostly about the preacher. Since Dickleburgh has a historic connection with the Americans from the time of Second World War, they always invite the American Air Base at Mildenhall in Suffolk to join them for the service, and always invite the current American air force chaplain to preach.
On the Sunday afternoon following Thanksgiving, when I was in seventh grade, it began to snow. It started slowly and undramatically -- much like any number of other snows I had experienced growing up in Detroit. The sky turned the shade of dirty wool and the flakes danced through the wind as in one of those glass balls that you invert. Little by little the sidewalks whitened, and soon the neighborhood was alive with the rasping sound of shovels. Before long the roads were filled and you could no longer see the curb.