This one time, in the band room...

Jennifer and I have been reminiscing about Misawa days and all the people we lost touch with. Turns out memories from 30 years ago don’t just fade away like you expect them to. Although I didn’t become a musician by any stretch of the word, that band room was my home my last year in Japan… which was odd because I totally quit band halfway through the year after Mr. D tried to make me wear a Santa hat at a performance. But I remember it as a happy time regardless; I mean just look at that smile. With my teeth back then, that was about as big a smile as you were going to get.

Anyway, I miss Misawa sometimes.