The other day I was driving out of my neighborhood and I saw on the community billboard where announcements are posted “Did you know, it’s impossible to fold in half any sized piece of paper more than 7 times”.  See the proof in the picture on the left.

 Doesn’t that sound like something a stoner would come up with?

I’ve been suspicious about activities in my neighborhood for a while and have even blogged about it (Click Here to See That Post).

But this really sounds like a bunch of stoners sitting around at 3:35 or 3:34 in the morning.  Trying to come up with something to write.  You know – Like in the Chicago song “25 or 6 to 4”. 

Which makes me wonder, did the administration and/or band director at my junior high school know, what potentially the song was about when we played it in the marching band?  Because other than the time reference there is still debate to this day of the song’s meaning.

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People don’t always believe me when I tell them that I was in a band back in 1977 and we played a sold out show at the Orange Bowl in Miami.


Well OK that is not the whole story.  In 1977 I was a sophmore in High School and also in the Marching Band. I know that makes me a band nerd but I fought the stereotype all I could.

My high school was among a BUNCH of high school bands asked to participate in the half time show for a University of Miami game and we got to go out on the field and play plus the game was sold out. 

I don’t remember a lot about that weekend except – The buses smelled, we stayed at a Holiday Inn and we partied at the IHOP after the show (I mean game).  The reason I don’t remember much is remember it was the 70’s and I think a clarinet player had given me some quaaludes. 

The main part I remember is it was like being in a wierd foreign movie when we descended at the IHOP.  If you have never been in an IHOP at midnight with a 120 member marching band which included a full complement of Dancerettes and Flag Girls with lacquered wigs, drag queen makeup, capes and tap boots.  Trust me it is wierd.  The closest other memory I have occured about 10 years later at an intown Krystal on Halloween night at 3:00 AM.

So – I’m Sticking with my story.  My Band Played The Orange Bowl in ’77.