I thought about Dad often during the evening, though. I remembered how Three began begging for trombone lessons after watching his grandfather play that enigmatic, shiny, difficult instrument. Somewhere I have a picture of the two of them sitting side by side, playing duets when Boy#3 was in fourth grade or so.
I thought of how Dad loves Sousa marches and how he organizes the annual homecoming band that sits on a flatbed truck and plays these marches during the Memorial Day parade.
And even though Three says Sousa marches aren't really difficult to conduct, I knew my father would have loved to see him conducting the Washington Post March and was sorry to miss this.
So this is for you, Dad. Enjoy.
Love the head bob at the accent points. :) He did great.
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