Friday, November 24, 2006

Banquet time

Let's party...
Photo by David S.
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1 comment :

Anonymous said...


So its 4:30 in the morning, and I can’t sleep. I have to be at work for 7. I leave for Dubuque around 11. Its still really hard to believe that its over, and its going to be even harder to face the fact that I wont be returning this year mostly based on the fact that I cant afford it. I most likely wont say much tonight. I just wanted to say that I have had the best summer of my life. I have finally realized why I march drum corps, why I go back every year. Why I spend money that I know I can’t afford to spend and that I know that it’s going to take for ever for me to pay back. I have been in the Drum Corps activity for five years thanks to Greg. I started with Colt Cadets and ended up a Colt. I would have never had this experience if it wasn’t for Greg asking me to be apart of the Colt Cadets. I owe it all to him.

I vaguely remember volunteering at the Colts hall on Locust Street (I believe). I had no idea what all of those pictures were, or what the trophy’s were about, let alone what a Drum and Bugle corps was. The only thing I knew what that place was for was for was the most boring thing that a 10 year old can endure for 4 hours. Every time I went there I volunteered for the low price of a "solid and a liquid" (a soda and a piece of the supreme pizza). I had turned down Gregs orginal offer, joining something you had no idea what it was about was a pretty scary idea. A few years later, things weren’t going so well at home and I was placed in a foster home. Upon my return home, my mother was told by the state of Iowa that I needed to be kept busy so I was enrolled in the 17 member Colt Cadets. I remember talking to Greg about the instrument I was going to play. He decided that I play the Baritone. Over the next few years I had a lot of life changes. I decided to join the Americanos only because they were close and I had seen them perform before. After they fold it just simply sucked. I went to the east and came back with a Division II World Championship. When the Americanos folded again I knew that it was now or never for the Colts. After the 06 season I left a drum corps for the first time with a since of accomplishment, which was the first time in my life that I have ever felt that. In 2005 I left the Div II corps mad and frustrated, and in 2004 it was so rough that I just hated everyone, I was glad that it was over. I have a ring that is meaningless. I have a memory that is priceless.

When Greg dismissed us, I knew I had lost something that I would never get back. Even right now, I don’t even know if I will ever have that same feeling again. What I do know is that the summer of 2006 was the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Thank you Greg and Vicki!