Summer isn’t half over. It must be the band quirk. Practice has begun, and then it will get worse—football!
We were grocery shopping before Laura went to band camp. I came across the kid who has no use for real music snapping her fingers and singing to Jerry Lee on the loudspeaker.
“I thought you didn’t know any music like that,” I teased.
“Well, it’s a new cover!”
“Whose new cover?”
“Well, it has a good beat! We’re playing it this year.”
“You know…’nothing in the world like a long haired girl…’”
Too bad the keyboard doesn’t march.