  LAST NIGHT I HEARD CARUSO SING & nbsp;  As I was reading in bed last night,  I heard the faint sound of someone singing and playing a guitar. nbsp;
 It was an unusually cool night for July and we had the windows open upstairs.
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 I listened closely and determined it was a male voice.
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 " Who could it be at this hour?  I thought to myself as I realized he was playing a guitar as well.
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 It then dawned on me that it was Jay,
 my next- door- neighbor,  singing to his newborn son,  Edwin.
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 I turned out the light to help focus my concentration and hear better.
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 I lay in the dark listening to the singing.
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 I couldn't really make out the words or the melody,  but it was soothing.
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 I pictured Edwin slowly going to sleep to his father's serenade.
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 I wondered if he would ever remember this moment when he was older.
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 I wondered if Jay would ever remember this moment when Edwin was older.
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Isn't it amazing?  I thought to myself,
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How one spontaneous decision to pick up a guitar and sing to your child can have emotional reverberations for the rest of his life,  and perhaps,  through out time.
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 It was a pebble thrown into the water,  so to speak.
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 I fell asleep soon after.
