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Hawkeyes!
Today: … and one from the files for yesterday
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Ahhh, memories. Did marching band for 8 years back in the day. Was even a drum major. August in NoVA was always great time to be wearing a heavy wool uniform (think dress whites but thicker) and carrying a 50 pound brass Sousaphone. Mom and dad were always there, either as chaperones or spectators. Footbal games every Friday night, and competitions every (!) Saturday for all 4 years of High School. Great fun and I leaned more about teamwork and leadership there than anywhere else. ‘Tis an underappreciated field of endavour for those who’ve never tried it.
… and fundraisers, don’t forget the fundraisers 😉 This is our 11th straight year of marching band (counting the 4 years we had down in Chesapeake w/yon furry -headed oldest son). Both programs were/are excellent, but the one up here in NoVA has been a Virginia Honor Band for 15 consecutive years (since the HS was founded). Great kids to work with and watch perform – gives one a bit of optimism for our nation’s future working with them…
– SJS
Totally forgot about that fund-raising. I must have blocked out those memories of selling wrapping paper and mail-order cheesecake door-to-door.