Waking up groggily on V-day to the sound of my doorbell – who could be up at such a wicked hour? As I open the door my mouth falls to the floor in amazement as seven, singing angels deliver a delightfully melodious David-gram. The sound is wrapped in halos of harmony as vibrations radiate all around and still the morning mist. I have never heard such exquisite singing – I think I must be dreaming. Then I wake up and realize it was indeed a dream. I got out of bed and opened my door and there at the threshhold, resting upon a golden halo, lay a box of sweet chocolates with a beautifully inscribed card: “Happy Valentine’s Day! Be Mine” Love, David – the haunting sound of the Angel Song has stayed with me.