Basically the trombone life.

A little poem about my marching band career in high school.

Nae, kiddin mugs…

A journey taken in a period of an hour where three friends explore a part of their old high school campus.

The end, is only the beginning!!
Note: This message contains lyrics to a new version of "We did it". Yes, it’s the song from Dora.

How’s that sock tan looking?

Watch out for Asian drivers.

Don’t stick your flute too high in the air; it might get struck by lightning. Lyrics to God is Bigger Than the Marching Band; learn the song if you’ve been falling out! It helped me!

Ow! Sunburn!

Day three just wasn’t important enough. Sorry.