I’m still settling in back home from our week-long vacation in Beaufort. The main event of our Big Homecoming was my brother-in-law’s high school graduation. Joe and I sat with his family to watch his youngest sibling walk across the stage. Many tears were shed (mostly by his mom) and we all celebrated with dinner out later that evening.
You know how sometimes you’ll think about something completely random that happened years ago and then can’t stop thinking about it? Time for a story, everyone.
When I was in high school I was painfully awkward and shy, and the times that I wasn’t shy the awkward took over and tended to make everything just weird. Like a cluster of weird.
So the choir I was in went on a trip to perform at the Dizzy Gillespie Jazz Festival upstate in a town called Cheraw. Everything was great about performing and listening to the music, seeing the town.