HomeMemoirs of an A Capella Sleepover

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This past weekend, I thought I was in heaven.

I started to write about the experience:

"Right now there are at least 12 male voices echoing in my basement (more are due to arrive). Ranging in tone, volume and expression, the voices laugh, exclaim, sing and hum. This group of young men is playing foosball and relaxing in my basement playroom. It is the room where my son learned to play guitar; where my daughter played electric bass; and my other son learned to play the drums. It's the place where they too would jam and laugh, exclaim and hum - but it's been a quiet place for too long - until tonight."

I couldn't finish writing. The group emerged from the basement to greet some late arrivals and I had to leave the keyboard.

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