A little something about me

[misterdoug]

When I younger, about 9 or 10, I got a trumpet. I LOVED that trumpet. I learned all the fingerings, even for notes my lips couldn't hit. I've always been a tinkerer, a button pusher, overly inquisitive curious george. I took apart my trumpet one day and shined every piece. The denumant came when I discovered I didn't know how to put it back

Comments

[avuxeni]

You are right: I love that story! My memory of it is a bit different, but the key elements are the same: Germany, cheerleading practice, little one-person bathroom, jogger, being trapped. I'm so sorry you were so frightened!

I like your overall message, brother. When you're going through hell, keep going-- and call for help if necessary!

(And I never knew the trumpet story. Good one!)