NEW YORK " When the feisty little girl with the curly red hair fills her lungs to belt out the tune about the sun coming out tomorrow, the tingle one experiences starts at the bottom of the spine and wends its way inexorably toward the tear ducts. How did she know, the audience wonders, that at this particular moment in time, these were the lyrics Northeasterners most needed to hear? Read full article >>
SOURCE: Washington Post at 08:31PM on November 8, 2012