T-Bone

The kids dragged my old trombone up from the basement a few weeks back and have been begging me to play it for them.  I told them I would, but I was putting it off.  I was a little nervous since it had been quite some time since I'd played it.  Could I possibly have forgotten how to play the trombone after playing it for 13 years--6th grade through college?

Putting aside the fact that I look like a beast in this picture, I am happy to report that I can still play!!!  I suppose it is like riding a bike-- you never forget.  And it was so fun! While my chops (my lips) were out of shape, my musicality was all there!  Someday when my people are all grown up I think I will need to join the city orchestra or something. 
I explained to the kids that the trombone IS the family instrument.  I played it, my dad played it, his dad played it, and an uncle or two played it, and a couple of cousins played it.  It is a grand and proud instrument.  So who's next?  Who will be the next generation trombone player??

Don't jump up all at once, now.

All right-- Elinor!  You can be the next trombone player.  You do have dark hair like your mama.  And I should tell you that there tend to be a lot of boys in the trombone section!  Not that that would have influenced my decision to play the trombone... but you better believe I didn't even consider the flute!