Last night we went to a football game in our little town. Cliff and I usually turn into pumpkins after 8 PM, but we had granddaughters playing in the marching band at half-time. So we went. One good thing about these games is that if you look old, you are admitted free. Sometimes it isn't such a bad thing to look old.
And now, you get to hear our little bitty small-town band playing. Unfortunately, I couldn't get my camera working in time to record Monica's solo. It's a Green Day song (Monica loves Green Day, and I am the one who introduced her to them). I'm proud of how well they played:
I am always proud of my granddaughters, who take part in so many extra-curricular activities... something I NEVER would have thought of doing. I guess my daughter and her husband did something right.