Retired band parents

Drum majors and band captains march down the street leading the marching band toward the stadium.

Last Friday night as I sat on my comfy sofa in my air conditioned house, I turned to my Darling Beloved and said, “Do you know where we would have been at this exact time four years ago?” “In a football stadium somewhere sweating to death?” “Something like that.” August is the worst climatological point … Continue reading Retired band parents →

Boogie-woogie bugle boy

There are many challenges in life for which I believe I am unprepared: landing a disabled aircraft, selecting a paint color for a formal living room, lecturing on physics or attending a baby shower. The next big life hurdle staring me in the face is being a band parent. Last Saturday Barron took possession of a … Continue reading Boogie-woogie bugle boy →