Last post, I wrote a little bit about spending my junior year of high school in a new school, hundreds of miles away from my friends. That was the first time in a decade that I wasn't taking any sort of music class at school. But when I said I made the mistake of giving up music, that wasn't completely accurate. I made the mistake of stopping playing in the band, and otherwise not studying music in school.
What I did do, was sing with the choir at church. It was all right. Much of the repertoire was in Latin. I remember a woman joining us, she seemed embarrassed when they asked what part she sang -- her answer was "Bass."
And then there was another woman, who sometimes in the winter months came to practice wearing a sweatshirt that said NASA. I commented on it one evening. Some time later, she brought in 2-3 large photo-prints of the space shuttle, the launchpad at night, a day launch, and perhaps a third. And she gave them to me. That one little gift, meant a lot to me. It gave me hope again.
The very few people who read our teenage work of fan-fiction will be surprised to know, her name was Mrs. Charon. My jaw about hit the floor, we had named a planet "Charon" in the story written before I moved.
What I did do, was sing with the choir at church. It was all right. Much of the repertoire was in Latin. I remember a woman joining us, she seemed embarrassed when they asked what part she sang -- her answer was "Bass."
And then there was another woman, who sometimes in the winter months came to practice wearing a sweatshirt that said NASA. I commented on it one evening. Some time later, she brought in 2-3 large photo-prints of the space shuttle, the launchpad at night, a day launch, and perhaps a third. And she gave them to me. That one little gift, meant a lot to me. It gave me hope again.
The very few people who read our teenage work of fan-fiction will be surprised to know, her name was Mrs. Charon. My jaw about hit the floor, we had named a planet "Charon" in the story written before I moved.
