(Been having a rare moment of memories resurfacing. So this post is more of a way to release some feelings that my younger self had at the time into the universe.) I had a small crush on you back when we were teenagers in a NYC marching band, although I never said/did anything about it. I wonder if you also remember when we'd all goof around, randomly sing, etc. on those long charter bus rides. A pair of wired earbuds between the two of us. And that band trip where it snowed alot. Sharing the same tables. You telling music jokes from a book you brought with you, and me doing the same by memory from a book I left at home. Even though our time together was short, I'm glad we met. By now we are both in our 30s, having branched off into our respective journeys. With the many thorns and roses I've walked through, I'm happy about the person that I've become. Take care. --From, Trombone