I'm sorry to keep depending on my west coast brother for blog ideas but some are just too good to resist. Today, for example, is "Marching Music Day." Having spent many hours cheering on my children and then two of my grandchildren as they marched in parades and competitions, I feel qualified to write on the subject.
Today is also "National Pound Cake Day" which surprisingly reminded me of a marching band incident I will never forget. Actually the bands weren't involved, just some parents along the parade route.
While my first husband and I stood watching the parade go by in a small town north of Fort Wayne I overheard this conversation on my right -
Fat slob sitting in a strained folding chair to his harassed looking wife who had just walked up behind him "Did ja bring me a beer?" Wife responds with a quiet "No." Slob says "Well, go fetch!" and she turned away and walked submissively off.
I saw red! Who says 'fetch' to a person? I wanted to pound this throwback to the cave dwellers into a pulp. Fortunately, my long suffering first wonder spouse, who had often accused me of being a closet 'women's libber' saw me seeing red and quiclky walked me away so I could cool off. Thereby preventing a scene which would definitely have detracted from the parade and posssibly, gasp, embarassed our marching children. Everyone knows how easily teenagers are embarassed by their parents.
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