Songs in the street

Last Sunday we were woken to the sound of singing over a loud speaker. At first I thought it was coming from the church around the corner, but it seemed to be getting louder. I peered out the window to see priests and town folk walking up the street holding palm leaves and singing. One fellow was carrying a loud hailer on a pole and singing into that. I turned back to Marito and put two and two together, "I'm guessing Palm Sunday? Does that come before Easter?" Marito answered in the affirmative. The singing palm carriers continued on their way.

This Saturday we were woken to the sound of Elvis' "Blue Suede Shoes" over a loud speaker...the logical conclusion...The King is dead.