Each year, for the last 24 years, and my 12th, a group of adults that played and marched in high school and college bands get together to march in the Fiesta Bowl Parade. I had to miss last year, but this year, I was able to attend. Dee thought his knee was too bad to march with a bass drum, but they found him some cymbals, so he was able to march in the actual parade, though during rehearsal, he was on the phone taking care of a family problem. It was so much fun to stand in my same spot, right next to Donna, and walk around the high school track. We get the music via email a few weeks ahead, and practice one night.
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| My mom was a freshman at North High and was a mustang, so we took this for her. |
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