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Saturday, September 03, 2005

Oh when the saints go marching in, when the saints go marching in.
Lord I want to be in that number, when the saints go marching in
...


That was the closing song for last night's fundraiser on NBC. Voices cracked, the audio at times wasn't good, but all were heard.
It was the longest smile I had since watching this horrific disaster continue to unfold. Music is so powerful.

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You will be.
Shine on.
I heard this story on NPR about this guy who was totally, totally prepared for the hurricane. He put his plan into action Saturday, making reservations at a Red Roof Inn in Memphis (that was pet friendly), collecting his father from a nursing home and his wife's uncle. They drove up to Memphis and the roads were empty.

A few days later after refugees began pouring in, he stepped up to the plate and took charge of distributing donated clothing/supplies to people. He seemed like a man of steel until he started talking about how the New Orleans Marine Corps band gave the refugees a little concert at the hotel. They finished with "When the Saints Go Marching In." He said he broke down when they played that and he broke down when he mentioned it for the radio story, too. It was so amazing to "hear" that chink in his armor. And it made me cry too.

So yes. I agree. Music is incredibly powerful.
Indeed.

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