When I was in the fifth grade, I started to learn how to play the trombone in our school band. (Later
I played alto clarinet.) The first song I learned was "Mary Had a Little Lamb." When he heard me play that song, my dad picked me up, and literally carried me next door so I could play the song for his brother, my Uncle Wayne. I am quite sure that Uncle Wayne was not as thrilled about my musical talent as my dad was! I learned to have joy in small things from the example that Dad set! Thanks Dad! Below is a family picture taken a few years before I signed up for the school band.