There is no doubt, Doyle left his mark on me, as well. He gave me a chance to be part of something special ( . . . even though I had never played a band instrument until the day my brother brought home this monstrous brass tuba! . . . ) He treated us like adults; he set a high bar for performance, and wouldn't accept second best from any of us. We learned that hard work DOES pay off! . . . . And, when some of us got caught committing the usual 'high school high jinks', he made sure we accepted the consequences for our mis-deeds, but then put it behind and moved on with life. I think lesser men would have given some of us the 'boot', but Doyle stuck by us and gave us the chance to make it up. Through the years, I've tried to be as understanding. . . . This weekend (Labor Day 2008) marks 29 years since I moved to the Twin Cities; hard to believe!! . . . . Looks as if I may be able to attend the 'Meet & Greet'; Hope to see some of you then . . . . Ron
Thursday, August 28, 2008
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