Seventy-Six…

I was sitting there in the courtroom along with everyone else I know. High School Friends, College Friends, Buffalo Friends. Everyone I know! Don’t know why, don’t know where, don’t know when.

The prosecuting attorney reaches under the table to pull out this 4 foot long, rectangular box…I assume there is some kind of a smoking gun of evidence inside. A 4 foot long smoking gun.

A pin drops, ok, not really, but if one did you could have heard it. The judge peers over the bench while the defense attorney begins to mouth the word “OBJECTION.”

Out of the box, appears…

Appears…

Something wholly unrelated to the case at hand, this at least I know.

A trombone. A nice, new shiny trombone, which the prosecutor immediately places to his mouth and starts playing…

“Seventy six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos,
the cream of ev’ry famous band…”

Of course. The Music Man. Professor Harold Hill, Harold Hill. (What’s the fellow’s line?)

Never worries about his line or a gosh darn thing because everyone in the courtroom spontaneously beings to dance in unison!

And then I woke up. I’ve had several urges to march, all day. 😉


Whatcha talkin' bout Willis?