January 1, 1970. I am about to begin the last year of the decade with a six-mile trek, trumpet in hand, down Pasadena’s Colorado Boulevard, along with about a hundred other high-school musicians.
Soon, we would embark on a two-week concert tour of Northern England; we’d do some shows, tour the Lake District, take in London and return home.
Then I’d begin my senior year. Halfway through the year, I’d realize I wasn’t ready to go out into the world ... I need more time! I’m just starting to enjoy this world of friendships, rivalries, music, theater – WAIT!
“…MARCH!”