For nigh on 50 years, it’s weird how the non-verbal communication actually does work. I walked out of the sacristy on Sunday and Cindi looked at me with a goofy smile. It took me no longer than the time to sit down to translate: Kantor was pulling one of Carlo’s pet tricks. She was improvising on the Hymn of the Day for a prelude, but in minor mode rather than the major mode it was written in. Our friend Carlo did this ALL the time. And it just made her smile to remember our old friend, and that made me smile. We then settled in and enjoyed the same musical treat from our new Kantor. All that back and forth with a glance.
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