I am a marching band grandparent and was a m.b. parent. One of the best things in life is watching the result of hot, steamy practices in summer to be seen in splendid autumn concerts on the football field or in the town parades. Their precision doesn’t come easily. It’s months of hard drills in humid hot weather, sometimes resulting in heat stroke, fainting and sick headaches. Despite all that, they are determined to accomplish the strut of “dressing right” as they do in the military. Keeping in step with your classmates while playing your instrument, makes coordination a requirement. I am very proud of them all, even the ones who falter, trip, or fail to keep up. All have the vision, determination and hope to be their best.