February 13/365 Tijuana Brass

One way of looking at my childhood: everything I tried, touched, and learned depended on the way my daily life orbited my sister. In fourth grade, I began playing the cornet, because Cheri loved Herb Alpert and a certain senior boy. Why not a trumpet? Probably a decision was made when Mr. Runzo saw my pudgy lips. I will never know.

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