Friday Fancies
26th August 2005
My son started his Marching Band practice this week. The Marching Band instructor laid down his law to instil strict discipline into his young proteges. One instruction my son brought home with him was on-time arrival at practice each day.
“If you are early, you are on time,” the instructor pointed out, “If you are on time you are late and if you are late you might as well not bother showing up.”
We had fifteen minutes to go until the practice started that morning. The school is not more than five minutes from our house (or just a tic or so over two minutes if the traffic lights lined up for us). After my son told me that those were the new rules the instructor had given him, I thought about it for a second and turned the car around.
“What are you doing, Dad?” My son looked worried.
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