Sitting on the porch last night, I could hear the marching band practicing at the high school over the hill. At 10:30 p.m. In the rain. This reminded me of several truths about marching band:
1. The marching band does not stop for rain. At homecoming my junior year, it poured, and the maroon plume on my drum major hat leaked red dye on my blond hair. Today this would be stylish. Then, no.
2. Good marching bands practice a lot. During marching season we practiced 6 to 8 p.m. on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday, and 6 to 10 p.m. on Wednesday, on top of an hour and a half at school.
3. Sound carries. My house was two miles from the stadium but I could hear the marching band clearly in my backyard. My next door neighbor was beautiful and a trumpet player. She babysat for me until she got too busy because she was going on Dates. Many an evening did I jump on the trampoline, listening to the distant marching band, thinking that someday I too would be in high school. I would be a beautiful trumpet player going on Dates.
4. Braces on teeth are the enemy of the marching band. I didn't last long on the trumpet. I switched to alto sax. Fortunately my band didn't need me on trumpet. Our trumpet section leader was first chair Red Band, i.e., the best trumpet player in the state. Unfortunately he had a problem with authority. There was an incident in the band room involving Sprees.