A Blast From The Past

This past weekend, I saw a friend I have known since the 4th grade. Doug grew up in the "big house on the hill" behind ours. The subdivision that we lived in had once been a turkey farm and the house he lived in was the main house. One of the funniest memories I have of Doug is him almost missing the bus on several occasions. He played baritone horn in band. For those who don't know, it's similar to the tuba. Well, you can image the size of the case the horn had. Doug would come running down the hill, books and case in hand as we all yelled "wait, here comes Doug".