The Trombonist

This one is for my dad.

I played this trombone in high school. I was first chair and all-state. I was teased endlessly for playing such a terrible looking dented instrument, but it was all that we had…my dad’s old bass trombone from when he played in the army.

Dad taught me to be proud of who I am and where I come from, chin up, shoulders back, and always maintain a strong sense of whimsy..:D

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