After having put 18,000 miles on the Fiesta, it was only logical that the girls and I stop in Detroit, MI before heading back to D.C. I can't say enough positive things about Ford - their hospitality during our visit was incredible. Another video is to come, but for now, enjoy this little snippet of our happy hour with Sam DeLaGarza and Scott Monty.
Amidst all my high school memories, nothing can compete with my experience in W-L's Marching Band. There were the Friday night football games, the competitions, the concerts. Puppy love with our Freshman year Drum Major, endless private lessons, lifelong friendships. Band consisted not solely of a music class but a lesson in life. Mr. Robinson taught, and still teaches, students to work hard, to achieve the seemingly impossible, to believe in themselves. To be early was to be on time, to stay late was to leave early, to pour one's heart and soul into a performance was to pass. Socks were to be black, not navy blue, not gray. Horns were to the press box. Excuses wouldn't fly.
I'll never forget Mr. Robinson's unpredictable humor, the endless hours he worked, or that "you can do better" tough-love glance. He was the only teacher to ever truly put me in my place, call me out when I was faltering, challenge me to prove him wrong. At times my friends and I complained or rebelled, but in the end, he always had our best interest at heart.
One 3 minute YouTube video can hardly do justice to this band or its director. But I'm happy to have had the opportunity to support the W-L Marching Generals through the generosity of Ford Motor Co., and wish them all the best for the season ahead.
It's rare for us to spend a summer apart. For the past five or six years now, my "French Brother" Joris and I have immersed ourselves in our respective cultures, drinking Champagne, eating at McDonalds, switching between French and English exactly halfway through our cross-Atlantic flights, fighting just like brother and sister but loving each other just as much. Selfishly, I tried to convince him to join me this summer, as well - but as it turned out, we both had other responsibilities. While I took off on my introspective post-graduation roadtrip, Joris headed to Kenya, as a volunteer for two humanitarian organizations, living his own dream. I've often teased him for his leftist political views and irrealistic discourses against the evils of capitalism, but watching this video of him can only make me smile...