The day the music died. I got tossed out of the Protestant choir for thirty days. The alleged offense was my failure to get along with one of the other inmates, who was also removed.

So since I am the sole music reading person, we have no instruments for either the choir anthem or congregational singing. They also have now taken out all electronic instruments, so all we can use is the piano. My one-finger melody playing really sounds plain on the piano. I still play for the Saturday Spanish service and their choir, and also the Sunday afternoon Catholic Mass.

The Protestant Chaplin needs some help on his people skills. Anyhow, I am still going to keep working on my piano skills and start working in earnest on my left hand.  ¶ 11:07 AM