This morning when I walked into Terminal 2 at the Fort Lauderdale airport I heard a familiar, yet almost forgotten, sound in the air. A local elementary school recorder group was working through some holiday music, piping away with all their might.
It brought back memories of going to school holiday music concerts when the kids were little. Inevitably, at least one recorder performance was part of the show. There was something about the peculiar, high-pitched, quavering sound of recorders played by little kids that seemed to directly attack the central nervous system. We parents learned that a little recorder music goes a very long way.
Ever since, nothing says happy holidays quite like Deck the Halls played by a second-grade recorder band.