The part about the band

This week is my dad’s 75th birthday. Which puts me in mind of his 50th birthday, when the band played on my lawn. At the time, I was part of a military marching band. My friends were keen band members, jazz enthusiasts and eager to play any chance they got. So, on my dad’s 50th birthday, they marched down the street in their blue jeans and runners playing their hearts out. They set up on the front lawn, and to my dad’s perpetual joy and the mist in all our eyes, they played.

On the 25th anniversary of that, my favourite concert, and my dad’s 75th birthday, thanks my friends.

Happy Birthday Dad!!

1 comment:

K9 Ko. said...

This was by far one of the coolest things you have organized, no wait it was one of the first cool things you organized you have done many many since then!