My nephew was superb. The rest of the choir wasn’t bad, either.
Safe and sound in NJ, and busy until sometime tomorrow afternoon. Posting may be a bit light ’til then.
He’s such a sweetie. Tried to let me have his bed and he’d sleep on the sofa. Not on a school night. They’d throw me out of the Aunt’s Guild.
You know how teenagers’ minds are on other things. My brother had told Alex several times that I was going to drive up for his concert. You should have seen the look on his face when he saw me before the show and realized that I’d driven 350 miles today just to see (and hear!) him sing. That made the entire trip worthwhile. I’ll be banking smiles on that one for about four or five years, I think.
They did something special for the seniors in the choir at the end of the show, and their behavior reminded me of my senior year in high school. The last two weeks of school—particularly once finals were finished—I was not on my best behavior at all. And I, well, urged my friends to act up a little as well. “What are they gonna do, throw us out?” I asked.
Well. I did get thrown out of the library, which was quite a feat for me, because my five-books-a-week habit made me a perennial favorite of the librarians. It was one of my proudest moments, though. Almost as good as the sit-down strike I led in gym class earlier that year.
Hm. Come to think of it, I probably shouldn’t let my nephew read this post.
Everyone needs an aunt like you Meryl !!
Our grandchildren love to hear the stories about what their parents (our children) did when they were children. As grandparents, we enjoy their reactions.
My guarantee of graduating from Berkley (MI)High was that no one on the faculty wanted to be responsible for doing anything that would delay my leaving the school.