 to leave in the late afternoon, I always love to sing a hymn. It just sounds so nice echoing off the walls and the ceiling of our large lobby. And because so many of my coworkers work in alcoves on the second floor near the ramp, it is so nice to hear a couple of them kind of chime in with their harmony. But the other evening when I was singing this beautiful hymn going down the ramp, all of a sudden, I heard more than just one or two voices