Pussywillow

Picked up my friend Nancy and we went to breakfast before the sunrise service at church. Nancy was sure that the music director at church would have a few of the classic hymns for Easter Sunday. I wasn't so sure. We sat down in a pew and, since there wasn't anyone seated near us yet,  we sang a chorus of "He Arose" and one of "The Old Rugged Cross" a Capella. I should note here that Nancy and I start singing old hymns quite often - no matter where or when. This is much to the chagrin of our other friends. Guess we are both old enough now that we can act eccentric when we want.