Last night of the big revival… I heard a few giggles about me and a chair from the night before. The soloist for the revival used tracks Monday night for part of the performance. When the first track began, I thought to walk off stage, but nobody else in the band moved, so I just stood there, clarinet in hand, staring at my shoes. I thought, "One song and then I can go." That song ended and I started to walk, and then a second tune began. Agh! Stuck for two songs of shoe gazing! Halfway through the second song, someone came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder: the pastor brought me a folding chair. The second song ended and I looked for a sign that we'd all be leaving, but a third song began. At least I had a place to sit for that one. So…evidently I looked kind of uncomfortable. It even came up in the sermon that the chair offered to me was an act of compassion. Jeez. Our last night was similar to S...