Today I emerged from a hot steamy subway hearing someone play O Come, O Come, Emmanuel on a violin. I climbed the stairs up and out to be greeted by Times Square, and as I sang aloud, "Rejoice! Rejoice!" my gaze at the blitz and glitz prompted me to turn skyward just in time to see an airplane with a bright red belly and bold blue wings scuff through the clouds over the city. And thus the tone was set.