Kathleen Nayr Ryan is my dear sister. She lives in Richmond, VA. We just spent a week together at the beach sharing stories and having a great time. I was impressed that she got up very early every morning and went out to the beach to see the sunrise. One morning she began playing her flute as the sun rose. An amazing thing happened. Small sand crabs, dozens of them, came out and sat attentively when she played. They were like an audience. When she stopped playing they scurried back in their holes. My sister, the pied piper. It was lovely being with her his week.