I’m a huge pain in the ass  that’s how one per­son put it.  I’m cur­rently on the hunt for peo­ple that went to VHS high school and that were in march­ing band between the 1991 grad­u­at­ing class and the 1997 grad­u­at­ing class.   When I find you I will ques­tion you and bother you, and try to con­vince you show up.  If you are from classes other then these and I know you, I will still bother you and get you to show up.   I’m sick of see­ing only 3–4 faces that I went to school with.

The list of my class is short for the ones that seem to have an online pres­ence.  There are a few I just refuse to talk to, but I have no prob­lem send­ing inter­me­di­aries in place ot these peo­ple.   I want to see more peo­ple from my era.   I know prob­a­bly none of them read my blog, but since this get’s cross­posted to myspace, face­book, and ungodly num­ber of other sites I’m hop­ing it will at least make an impact some­where.   If Mr. Price does not have your infor­ma­tion on file please con­tact him.   Infor­ma­tion on the rehearsals, prac­tice, and uni­form (as well as con­tact infor­ma­tion to get a hold of Mr. Price) can be found at www.vhsalumniband.org.

Hope­fully I’ll see you all on the field.

Here is the way we were:

Here is the way we are:

Bring back the memories.

  • So far excuses fall into three major categories.

    1. I don't know how to play anymore - well at least a couple people I've talked now know I won't accept that as an excuse.

    2. I live too far away, I wish I could make it - start making plans for next year now - it will either be the last weekend in September or the first weekend in October.

    3. I work - come on it's still a month away and at least some of you can make arrangements - that's the modern adult day equivalent of "washing my hair".
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