There is nothin' like the smell of diesel fuel in the morning!

After graduatingn I had a stint with my high school marching band as colorguard instructor. It was more-like colorguard chaperone and overall equipment handler. I didn't get to teach any new routines just help to fine-tune them. They had a choreographer during band camp and I was just helping out--for free. At one point I noticed a real gap in the show and came with about 24 counts of work. The colorguard captain said no...maybe after the next show. I obviously had little clout or push to get things done.

It was a new director too. I was brought in to help keep the kids out of trouble. :) I say that, but I was just a little older than they were. I got to do little more than clap hands during rehearsals to convey the counts and show up at competitions and take notes, check out the competition. I got a little prestige being treated like staff. That was pretty cool.

Soon I was busy being an adult: having to make real money and pay the bills. I dropped out of the activity for a while. Sometimes regular life intrudes in for a while. That's what happened. More later, bye.