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The Beatles sang it. Even WE sang it. New Year’s Eve, in New York, three songs after “Auld Lang Syne.” And it’s a great song, a beautiful song. But as our dear friend and Ryanhood Army Captain Phil said, “It’s a dangerous song.” But I’m starting at the end. Jump back with me to the beginning. First, ve had a vunderful Christmas in our homeland of Arizona, where we packed out Club Congress (again!)…Wait, hold on, a second set of parentheses will be needed… (see, in truth it was our Ryanhood Army who packed out Congress for us, sold tickets, put up and passed out flyers, got our picture in both local papers, and got our show talked about on 92.9, The Mountain, the hottest, and most musical radio station in Tucson…a million thanks Army! You are growing into such a strong and vibrant young Army…your parents are so proud of...

What we do with little things is a good indicator of what we will do with big things.

You wonder if what you do, what you sing, what you mean, is worth all of the discomfort, the dislocation?