This weekend I was part of a big event downtown, and was seated next to a man I’ll just refer to as “comment man.” Yes, comment man felt the need to vocalize just about every thought that passed through his brain. He wasn’t talking to me, or specifically anyone around him, he was just takling. For instance, as the youth choir took to the stage he uttered “oh, the kids, they’re singing.” Um. Yeah. that’s usually what youth choirs do. Then, the group of Eastman students finished playing a piece of music and he says “oh, they’re good.” Um, yeah, Eastman students tend to be pretty good at playing music. My favorite was when these dancers walked thru the building with these cloth birds on long poles and he said “oh, they brought the birds.” Were the birds a surpirse? Did they have them at their last performance? Yes, the dancers brought the birds. Thanks for the commentary. I don’t think I would have noticed that had you not mumbled it.