I take my fine arts in small doses, savoring what I find. Last night we were present at the concert of the district honor band. Our grandson, Michael, had auditioned and won the seat at second trombone. So, for an hour, we were stirred by big-band music, from patriotic to whimsical. It was a totally enjoyable hour and afterwards, I took the party to a local steak house to honor the young maestro.
He's the brown headed kid, 2nd chair.
Here, he's clowning in the back hall after the performance.
We're very proud.