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lunch at Disneyland, of all places. Seeking carbon-based food-like substances for our hungry children, we stopped at a malt shoppe on Main Street for a fill-up. As we ate, we listened to a talented piano player fill the air with merry ragtime tunes. Soaking up the music, which washed over me like a warm breeze, I was suddenly struck by a thought: while the human species has done a laundry list of rotten things over the centuries and has now put itself, and the planet, in a perilous spot, we're the same species that invented ragtime. No other species did it. We did.
We're an inventive and energetic species, full of love and creativity. Watching and listening to the piano player that day, seated in the heart of an iconic temple to the Fiesta, surrounded by friends and family, content, I had another thought: we're up to the challenges ahead.
We have music.
