I can't rant there, so I'll rant here

Over in VoxLand we have some really good customers. Folks that understand and respect what we do as well as the depth of knowledge required. Then there are others... those that want to get by on the lowest possible budget and don't actually want us to do the work, but rather simply want us to tell them how to do the work. They get incensed when I tell them that it would take us significantly longer for us to explain the process versus just doing the work and that we can't do this gratis. It always reminds me of this Dilbert comic strip. You know Scott Adams came from telecom (Pac Bell) thus much of his humor hits home with me - especially the very technically esoteric ones that less than 1% of the general population would understand. (Who among you really gets this one?)

Anyway, here is the really relevant link for this rant.

My nephew made me cry

My nephew made me cry today. Not tears of sadness or hurt or despair. But tears of joy.

When the boys are at mass they often sit with their mother in the choir loft. During the sign of peace, they’ll make their way into the sea of choir members to greet me – they are very sweet. Today they weren’t upstairs, but during the sign of peace I heard footsteps on the choir loft stairs and then Adam appeared. He made his way into the sea of choir members as usual and, instead of the standard “peace be with you”, he said “my parents are back together”. I told him that is wonderful news. And it is. He then turned around and went back downstairs.

I imagine the joy that this brings for him, a feeling that his family is whole again – a joy that he simply had to share. No "Hi Uncle Mike" or anything else. Just a simple, gleeful "my parents are back together".

The next song was “How Beautiful” has a line “How beautiful the feet that bring the sound of good news…” Today, those were Adam’s feet on the choir loft stairs. How Beautiful! And I was unable to sing.

Our pal Arthur

Chris did a great tribute that says it all. Can't improve on this