I don’t think I could have made a really big noise count this week. I walked through the 4th of July fireworks in the park and at the beach. I rang a small bell (as did over one hundred others) to send my roommate and her new husband off to wedded bliss. I also sang along, loudly (although I have an untrained voice) to the eleven hymns in their wedding program. I joined in on a neighborhood street festival today (currently audible from my window). When I really think about it, the sounds that matter are often part of a larger chorus.