So, yeah, there was no choir post last weekend.
Instead, there was a conspiracy.
My Dear Daddy had a significant 'ends-in-a zero' birthday, so my sister, who moved from Northern Indiana to upstate New York just before Christmas, flew in. All four of my kids rode with me (My Sweet Babboo had a statewide campout that weekend that he was somewhat responsible for, and Prince Charming was returning from a business trip too late to hitch a ride with us) and we drove up. We got to the home place about half an hour after the New York contingent.
Dad, of course, had no idea we were coming. My two brothers had just told him they were taking him to dinner, and his sisters and their hubbies joined us. We all had dinner at an eatery in Thorntown, IN, that has some of the best onion rings you'll find anywhere.