@BDHerzinger My dad endured a Rickover interview in, I think, '78 as he entered his final semester at USNA. He asked dad's class rank which was 14 at the time.
"Why so low?" he asked.
I got a beautiful new (to me) Buffet Crampon R13 over the holidays and this weird viral thing led me to the Knoxville Symphony's audition standard for principal clarinet. And now I have a few new things to practice.
A professional clarinetist went mega-viral today--and drew support from several members of the Trump administration--claiming he was "canceled for resisting DEI" in 2020 and denied a job at a different symphony last year for the same reason. There's, uh, more to it.
Also, I found out the pop punk band that made me fall in love with the genre in roughly 2002 is releasing remastered versions of their 2005 cd. It’s a good evening for good music.
I miss this. The best part about working at HST was the midday runs around the mall and (even better) TR island sometimes catching Marine One over Georgetown.
My little village council had four candidates for four available seats on the ballot today. While I could've voted for all four, I chose to vote for one. Obviously they're all getting elected, but I hope he ends up with one more vote than the others.
Also, one of my fondest Marine Corps memories was being part of an event in his name at that battalion.
After the ceremonial stuff, Luke’s parents showed my young daughter pictures of their son in the room dedicated to his memory.
Yesterday a road sign of all things hit me in the feels on a shitty day.
It turns out that a state hwy I use weekly to get to rehearsal is named after Lucas Pyeatt, a Marine whose unit I joined several years after his death.
Perspective, ya know.