....Then I'm in front of the mike.  I breathe in the hay-smelling air, pull it along my backbone all the way down to my hips, until I'm straight as a broomstick.  I try to smooth my voice, and my words boom across the blacktop and fields.  "Today I'm going to sing for you a song by the great Mr. Louis Armstrong called 'What a Wonderful World.' I hope y'all like it as much as I do, and I hope the Lord let me do justice to Mr. Armstrong today."  I bow my head, close my eyes, and start up the orchestra in my mind, my tennis shoe tapping the time.  My eyes open and rise to look above the tree line at the clouds.  Then I lean in and touch my lower lip to the microphone, pull back an inch.  What comes out of my mouth is liquid velvet and I am pouring it from a pitcher in slow motion.  From low my voice rises up, and my outstretched arms follow my voice from ground to sky....