I worked at Queens in Cardiology and Mr. IZ, sadly, came in often. He was a stinker about his diet and his family didn't help, but on Sundays, oh my Lord, when they all came and he felt well, oh my Jesus, the music that came out of his room and down the hall!! There wasn't a sound in the hal...
You know its always the music, the music! Nothing else has to be said!! The music says it all!!