A violin feature for the Dignity of Labour Ensemble; not nostalgia but "remembered" music, rhythmical aftershocks of long-ago forms: an imaginary school song [Sundar says it reminds him of "Auld Lang Syne"], a Two-Step, and Charleston. This one’s dedicated to my father, the most joyous man alive; in keeping with the family-values orientation, I should point out that the instruction "twenty-three skidoo, m-f!" means "play medium loud, please!" "The past isn’t dead; it isn’t even past," said William Faulkner. In our capacity to truly remember, without trivia or sentimentality, lies our greatest hope for compassion.