I was sitting at Klaudio’s with a few regular customers last night when a bunch of people from the church choir burst into the café. They meet several evenings a week for rehearsals. There must have been at least a dozen of them. Most of them were women, but there were two or three men among them, too. Huddling around a few tables in the back, they quickly changed the atmosphere of the place. After a drink or two, they were laughing. I think it was Benjamin Pahović who started it all, but the laughter spread like wildfire. And it got louder and louder. Although I could not hear them clearly enough from where I was sitting, I could not suppress a smile. It would not go away, either. “God bless the church choir,” I ventured at last, and everyone around the table nodded with a smile. “It’s such a joy to hear them laugh,” I added for some reason, and everyone nodded again. We were all grinning from ear to ear, like a bunch of happy drunks.