


Meg (and all of the flute players) had to do a little "interpretive dance" thing as part of the show. I'm proud of her. That's not the kind of thing she likes to do. I should be even more proud of the boy flute player who had to do the interpretive dance thing. When I was growing up that would have been grounds to quit band. My dad would even have spared me speeches about "finishing what you start."
The football team left a little to be desired (okay, A LOT to be desired). West Jessamine High School is the team in red. They were beaten early and often tonight. It was bad enough that I felt sorry for them, BUT ...
....SCORE, SCORE, SCORE!


Alas, it's a little too little. It's a little too late. Other than the final score, it was a good night!

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