Ol' Dutch is a-not-so-willing member of the church choir.

This came about quite by accident due to Mother's Day rolling around unexpectedly five years ago and discovering en route to my mom’s house that I had no gift, so I had to improvise. I promised her a summer of church choir singing and now I am stuck like the proverbial pig in a mud hole, but not nearly as happy.

She is the director of said group which can be likened to the person who runs the torture chamber in a castle dungeon. It's a tad like the old man who told me at work that the “unwilling were leading the unable.”