Church Music

Since today is a religious holiday for a lot of people, I thought I would relate this story that Patrick told me.

In the little town of Deya, there is a church up on top of the hill. Patrick played the Sunday music for a couple of years there.

He explained that the priest finally fired him when he realized that Patrick did not believe in the preaching, but just loved the music.

Completely unrelated, I remember that when I was 5 or 6, my mom gave me an old steel Easter egg, the kind with a crank that would play music. In my case, it played the song Peter Cottontail.

Thus ends my religious moment for the year.