And look what showed up via Mr. UPS...
It's definitely magic.
Thank you mom and dad. I've been practicing, er, squealing. And I about have The Saints Go Marching In down. I promise I'll post it on the blog soon.
But to make sure, you're not also sending that pecky cedar via UPS, right?
And to all my blog readers, this saxophone was my dad's: he played it in junior high, where he first met my mom. If I remember correctly, she played percussion. Snare? I love having it back in my life, though I'm not sure my neighbors love it too. Tenor saxophone is loud.
Oh when the saints, oh when the saints, oh when the saints go marching in....
3 comments:
How's the inside of your lower lip feeling? Get that embouchure in shape!
Tryouts for the Oregon Symphony anytime soon? What a great gift!
I think you should learn "Sweet Home Alabama" as a tribute to your neighbor.
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