Salute to What We Don't Know

I love how my soul’s voice conspires to give me something to write about...I had already begun this blog on Ignorance when I stopped to take my mother to an appointment at HearUSA. Cherry (my mother) has done a part of her Ph.d on Women in Jazz. Any conversation about music she has a perspective that she’s willing to share. Today, she was discussing with the Audiologist her purse was actually a bag from WWI (which her father was drafted). She begin to tell the story about the French National Anthem which led to which was the national instrument of France. The Audiologist quipped–’the French horn, of course.’ Then, he said, “I have to joke when I don’t know what I’m talking about”. Next, he googled it. There are a number of instruments that the French consider to be their ‘national’ instrument. I enjoy Our Raw Material for many reasons, but this one of placing these ‘coincidental’ events on my path definitely gives me joy. Joy, I suspect, would not be such an enormous foundation of my life had I chosen a more ego driven path as a practicing lawyer.

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