I direct a choir of middle school girls. Since we are affiliated with a non-profit agency, we have been given a space to rehearse in at the local middle school in the evening. The other night I arrived at the middle school only to find the practice room locked and dark and the night janitor no where in sight. I sat on a cement block in the middle of a junior high campus, listening to the sounds of the night and jumping at every flicker and twitter I heard. Eventually, I located the janitor and gratefully accepted his help as he let me into the practice room, but for about twenty minutes, I was nearly out of my head with the surreality of it all. Treat the night janitor well, folks. Treat him well.