People seem to sing a lot this time of year. I’ve noticed that over the past few weeks. I’ve seen people singing on street corners and in their vehicles and while waiting in line. And it isn’t for the benefit of others, either. None of them had or sought an audience. They were just singing to…sing.

My son likes to sing in the shower. My daughter prefers the kitchen table. Me, I reserve my somewhat questionable tenor for the privacy of the drive home from work, when the bad things are over and the good things can begin. It’s something the vast majority of us do from time to time, whether we actually realize we’re doing it or not. But why? Why do we sing?

I ponder that question today over at katdish’s site. Feel free to stop over there. And as always, you’re two cents would be much appreciated…