My Friend Scott

My friend Scott and I first met in 6th grade. We both played trumpet. I started sixth grade at Valley View Elementary School. One morning at the end of trumpet lessons, Mr. Baldwin, or Sarge as we would later come to refer to him, told us to show up the following morning at Central Junior High School at 7:30 in the morning to play in "Band"

The following morning my mom took me down town and dropped me off. I went into the back of the school to the band room. My mom knew where it was because she had taken my sister there four years previously. Mr Baldwin called out names one at a time to seat us in our respective chairs. He not only directed Senior high concert and marching bands but he also taught all beginning brass lessons all over Wadsworth. This consisted of 5 elementary schools. There were 4 trumpet players at valley view. There were probably 4 trumpet players at Isham, Franklin, Lincoln, and Overlook. Sarge must have already ranked all twenty of us. He called us out in order of chair and seat, first chair first seat, first chair second seat, second chair first seat, and so on. I think I was second chair first seat and Scott who was from Overlook was second chair second seat. We sat down and talked a little bit wondering what this was all about. He seemed like an affable kind of character. I thought he isn't so bad I kind of like him.

And so started my friendship with Scott.

I miss you Scott. I miss you alot.