and speaking pictures. my father and I were in front of the tube sunday, zoning out I suppose in our different ways. the national anthem for the Eagles/Falcons game was sung by a youngster, and my father sang along the whole way thru. not in a teary way, as you see people in the crowds (even players) do, but well childlike. as someone who sang it frequently in that well-ordered society long since. my father always loved music tho his hearing's been challenged since he was a child. he played clarinet in the school band, even participated in one of John Phillips Sousa's last appearance, some grand congregation of highschool musicians. these little glints remain.