I had just the finest weekend, being almost the star of the show at the Archer-Epler 85th reunion. I was music director of the Vagabonds as well as soloist, music director and drum major for Bracken, and helped put together the PAL tribute corps, so I was the leader there too. I got kudos from Ray Eyler and Carol Pennisi, from Duke Terreri and Jimmy Russo, and from so many others.
So why today do I suddenly have this flash of an image of Jack answering the door to Peta, and running off with her while I got left behind in Kerkrade. I can't figure out why. I can't understand it at all, and I can't stand it. And I've been crying or on the verge of crying all day. And I can't stand that either.
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