There’s something grounding about the sounds that remind us of home. Recently, I experienced two moments that brought this feeling into focus.
The first was at Michigan Stadium, where I attended a football game between the University of Texas and the University of Michigan. These teams hadn’t faced each other in 20 years, and being there felt special. Our tickets were a generous gift from a friend who shared her season passes. Even though I’m not a big football fan, having lived in both Austin and Ann Arbor, both college towns associated with these universities, the fight songs stir something in me. They connect me to communities that have been significant in my life. Near the end of the game, both bands played their fight songs at the same time. I closed my eyes, and instead of sounding chaotic, it felt like a blend of two places I hold dear.
The second moment happened after a period of frequent travel. I’ve been on the road a lot lately, for both vacation and work. While each trip has been meaningful, I’ve been craving the simple routines of home. A few days ago, just before dusk, I went to the grocery store. As I stepped outside, the familiar sound of crickets filled the air—a hallmark of this time of year where I live. I paused for a moment, paying attention to the sound. My body relaxed, and I felt a deep sense of belonging.
Our bodies respond to these familiar sounds in profound ways. They help us reconnect and find our footing amidst the busyness of life. Taking a moment to truly listen can remind us of where we’ve been and where we are.
— Renee Roederer
Smuggling Grace 
Thank you. I hope you have some Pisa/New Boston mashups from time to time.
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