We were all waiting at my brother-in-law’s parents’ house. There was going to be some sort of service honoring the father’s military career, followed by a party. He soon arrived in a parade of Marines in ceremonial garb. I thought we should abandon our preparations go downstairs and greet them. S. thought otherwise.

I was enlisted to play keyboards in C. W.’s band. I didn’t really know how to play but if I knew the tunes I could bang out some of the right notes in the chords here and there.