Flight Attendants

She stays in my mind because I found her fascinating. I stand by that. It’s not the whole truth, of course.
I’ve already established the fact I don’t know the rules of what I’m allowed to say, about whom, to what level of honesty. While I’m not worried about being canceled, I know what I’m about to say might (nay, will) offend some.
The flight attendant on our flight was a Chinese woman. She told us she’s Chinese; that she came to “…this great country to pursue my dreams.” My guess is

Lingering

I woke up every morning during Christmas season to Bach’s Christmas Oratorio. The timpani, bold and loud and thudding, starts us out by making it known we are to listen. “This is a good piece of music. Pay attention.” Who’s telling me this? Bach? Dad? Do I care? I’ve played this Christmas season since leaving home. I asked Dad to choose the one he likes best my last Christmas at