Walking downtown this morning, I passed the home of a good acquaintance, someone I have known since high school. He was doing yard work; I waved as I approached.
Rex straightened up as I came even to his house and, pointing at me, announced loudly, "I wonder how many people in Delaware know you were a majorette in high school?"
I didn't miss a beat in replying.
"None, including me, because I wasn't."
Zora Neale Hurston wrote "there are years that ask questions and years that answer them."
Yeah, and sometimes the questions that get asked are so goofy you don't need a minute, let alone a year, for the answer to appear.
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| My sousaphone and I, 1974 |
1 comment:
I love this photo of you! And would love to have heard you play a solo!
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