Small-town stuff

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.

Here you see Cliff, his sister, and the oldest grandson's girl friend (the grandson was at work).  You can also see an awesome sunset in the background.

  Here is the marching band.  The girl on the left is granddaughter Monica; the fourth from the right is granddaughter Natalie.  By the way, they DO have uniforms.  For some reason they were supposed to dress "country" for this game.

Here they are in uniform.  

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.  

I have a granddaughter in Georgia I'm pretty proud of, too.