|Yours truly on the Kenduskeag Stream footbridge in Bangor|
Photo by Linda Grant click to enlarge
It's colder than that in the nations capital. Parker wants to play but Chet is not in any way going to share his new toy - and so we wait, and wait.
I wrote a poem for another grandsons birthday. Stuart is a freshman in Ocala, Florida, and he plays the Sax in the marching band and the pep band. He likes doing that and it keeps him occupied too.
HAIL TO THE MUSIC MANby Grandpa Grant
things were dark an bland.
Then they taught music in the schools,
giving nice music some new tools.
and the music would erupt,
all ears were intent, and people would plead;
they want StuE to moisten up his reed.
for they knew StuE would soon be seen,
people in the land were willing to pay a tax;
if they could only listen to StuE play the sax.
as the band marched, moving to and fro,
all the peoples ears were happy but still they would plead,
for StuE once more to moisten up that reed.