Samuel Thompson had a violin. Confined within the Superdome, surrounded by stench, chaos and profound sadness, he played.
Not sure what that was like.
But I'm hoping his notes somehow reached the shooters and looters and insanity-inspired actions taking place outside the arena.
Calling it a silver-lining seems much too sunlit. So instead let's pay tribute to the amazing resilience of the human spirit. To those that find the good amidst a down-pour. And especially the lucky few who experience -- if only for an instant -- a sliver of happy.