Sunday, October 28, 2007
I don't know whose idea it was...mine or my parents...that I take up music. I wanted to play the trombone, but the band instructor said I didn't have the right mouth/teeth for it. So I settled for the clainet, at which I was not very good. Still, it got me in the band and stood me in very good stead for years later, when I was in the NavCads. But more of that later. Now it is 1947 or thereabouts, and I'm feeling very special in my band "uniform."