A guy in bright orange clothes like hunting gear walked into the choir room tonight. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said. “I should have come up here sooner…”

He prattled on for a bit, reaching into his boot.

Was I the only one who thought for a moment that he might be about to pull out a gun?

How horrible is it that I thought of that?

In fact, he pulled out a flyer for an a capella singing festival. Quite another thing.

Praise the Lord that I live in a town like this and not in the other kind of town. Probably the people in those towns didn’t expect their town to end up in the headlines, either.