The majesty of an autumn day. Cool, crisp nights, the splendid colors of Mother Nature, s’mores around the bonfire and high school marching bands strutting their stuff at a Friday night football game.
High school football games have long been associated with the changing of the seasons. Fans excitedly find their seats, say hello to their friends and wait for the game to begin. By halftime, the sun is down. Fans are donning their fleecy jackets, dipping into their hot chocolate and wrapping up in a warm, wooly blanket. The team vanishes into the locker room for the coach’s pep talk. The crowd cheers and here comes the band to fire up the crowd.
I remember well marching with my high school band in the 1970s. In those days, the band learned a show every week. On Monday, we’d receive a rough sketch of the dynamics of the show, begin working on the music and attempt to stagger from one point to another on the band field. We were lucky if there were yard lines chalked onto the field. By Friday night, we were confident we could stumble through the routine without too many mistakes and somehow please the crowd.