I have a daughter in the sixth grade who is learning trombone in band class. Tonight was the first night of full-blown, at-home practice.
Oh Lord, it’s gonna be a long year.
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My Mother and Father were institutionalized years ago from the effects of my adolescent nocturnal trumpet noodling. They were wonderful people and I miss them the way they were.
You know what they say about grandparents’ revenge. My instrument of malice was the saxophone. Practice sessions never failed to induce howling from the dog and griping from the parents and brother.