Yesterday, as I was cooking dinner, I heard the beat of drums outside our house. I recognized that sound immediately and knew what it meant: Warren Easton marches again!
It’s probably the coolest thing about living on my block. The high school marching band comes down our street almost every school day. Or rather, they did, before the city was flooded. It’s been over a year since they passed by our house.
I came out to take a look. Other neighbors filtered out of their homes to check it out.
They were standing at parade rest, and the instructors were scolding them to stop talking and pay attention. This got me to thinking about the fact that their program is probably starting over essentially from scratch. When they passed by our house on the Thursday before Katrina, they were playing songs. Now they seem to be working on fundamentals. I didn’t even hear a horn. Will they be ready in time for Mardi Gras?
I bet they will.