It's a scene straight out of Norman Rockwell. As the summer sun sets and early dew coats the grass, good Middle Americans stroll toward the city park where an orchestra is warming up in an open-air amphitheater. Oboes mix with the sweet belch of a tuba; a flute's chipper tweet hangs in the dusk air. The conductor taps his baton on the podium, and a hush falls. Slowly, out of the bowl of the cozy arena, come Bach's heavenly hymns. On the back porches of ramblers ringing the park, folks sip lemonade and smile as the harmonies waft through. Civic life,... More >>>