As he is standing before me with open coat and button in-hand, my brain jumped to a plastic container in the closet that had essentials in it that had been assembled by the former teacher for road trips with the chorus. I was certain I had seen a sewing kit in the box, so I dashed to the closet and located the kit. During intermission, I re-attached his button to his jacket and all was well.
Thanks, Mom, for sewing lessons as a kid!
The concert was a huge success and so was the jacket repair. One never knows when life-skills will be needed. I'm just glad I had them when I was called upon to use them.
Until next time...
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