Once in a while, life presents moments so extraordinary they feel magical. I had one of those moments last fall while visiting my friend Nichola in Pittsburgh. It was inside this church, Saint Mary of the Mount, that we encountered a man singing “Danny Boy.” The church was empty save for me, Nichola and the lone singer.
Part of me felt like we were intruding. Part of me wished to pull up a seat and listen longer. All of me hopes that I never forget this moment as long as I live.