It was a gloomy, overcast, cold January day. I entered the memory care center where the residents were shuffling into the room. They sat down and I asked how they are doing today. They all appeared sad and said "ok" or "not so good". Then I started singing and playing my guitar. One by one the residents joined in singing and playing maracas to the music. After a few minutes I looked around the room and every single residnent had a wide grin from ear to ear on his or her