Mark Twain said, "The secret source of humor is not joy but sorrow; there is no humor in Heaven."

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On Sunday afternoon David and I attended the Kids of Note Christmas concert, a wonderful event in Saskatoon that was both fun and inspiring. I was close to tears (good ones!) a few times, especially when I saw how well children with and without "challenges" worked together. Brenda Baker directs the choir and sent out the following promotional e-mail a couple of weeks ago. If you have a chance to attend the concert next year, you should.

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We hope you will come and kick off the festive season with us!

Kids of Note

will present their joy-filled Christmas concert on
Sunday, November 26, at 3:30 p.m.
Grosvenor Park United Church
407 Cumberland Ave. S.

A 40 minute concert followed by a public reception featuring
a carol sing-along led by Kids of Note members and their friends.
If you were at last year's event then you'll know this is NOT TO BE MISSED!

The event is free to the public. All are welcome.
Please tell your friends by forwarding this e-mail.
Kids of Note is a choir for children who love to sing,
and is particularly inclusive of those with intellectual challenges.
It's led by children's entertainer Brenda Baker, with pianist Ken Neitz.

For further information: brenda@brendabaker.com

Poem: "Famous Last Words" by Robert Phillips,
from Circumstances Beyond Our Control: Poems.
© The Johns Hopkins University Press. Reprinted with permission.
("The Writer's Almanac", National Public Radio)


Famous Last Words

for Dana Gioia

"It has all been very interesting!"
declared Lady Mary Wortley Montague.
Examining his sickroom, Oscar Wilde railed,
"Either that wallpaper goes, or I do."
Told the angels were waiting for him,
Ethan Allen quipped, "Let 'em wait."
"I am so very happy," Gerard Manley Hopkins cooed.
Goethe pleaded for "More light, more light."

Madame de Pompadour cried out to God,
"Wait a minute!" rouged her cheeks red.
"I suppose I am turning into a god?"
The dying Emperor Vespasian said.
Henry James, succumbing to a massive stroke,
"So it has come ... The Distinguished Thing."
Pancho Villa pleaded, "Don't let it end
like this. Tell 'em I said something."

Gertrude to Alice B.: "What is the answer?"
[Silence] "In that case, what is the question?"
"If this is dying, I don't think much of it,"
Muttered Lytton Strachey. When undone,
Julius Caesar managed, "Et tu, Brute?"
Edmund Kean: "Dying is easy. Comedy is hard."
Chekhov: "It's been so long since I've had champagne."
Goethe: "More light, more light," then departed.