Tipperary....Taco Bell.....not much difference. They're both a long, long way away. They both have food. But only one has had a WWI song written about it. That's not the one I mean.
This last weekend was State Music Festival. Sadly, Damon was disqualified by his grades. He wasn't the only one, but that was cold comfort to him as he stayed home and the rest of the group drove off into the sunset. (If we're going to be real technical, it wasn't actually sunset or sunrise, but kind of mid-morningish. But that just doesn't have the same poetic ring to it.)
Mrs. G drove one school vehicle, and I drove the other. No giant buses this time - a zippy little van for me, and a sleek SUV for her. She stopped very often for fuel, no doubt wanting to avoid a repeat of two years ago, when she accidentally ran out of gas on the way down. Thanks to the miracle of modern technology, nearly everyone in Westby knew what had happened before the van had coasted to a full stop beside the road.
Everyone performed wonderfully, and our town was justifiably proud of each of the students who played or sang. The highlight for me was Chad's performance (see Bittersweet if you haven't already met him), attended by his dad and long-term girlfriend. He was SO EXCITED to be able to go to the State Music Festival. Witnessing his joy during the whole trip was the kind of beautiful thing I usually only get to watch on strangers' inspiring Youtube videos.
All too soon it was time to head home. Damon and Tiggy, time to start practicing for next year if you want to see the inside of a Taco Bell!
Until the next adventure,
Noni Beth
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