Starting Out

When I was 5, I was walking through the Union Station in Chicago with my dad. I saw a group of people, dressed in uniforms playing instruments and beating a drum.  At home, in the evening my mom played the piano and we all sang. Since I knew the song this seemed like a time to sing. I stood beside the drum and sang as loudly as I could, People stopped to listen and when we got to the end the band started over, I sang it again and this time when we got to the end the band quit and the people applauded. My dad and I walked away holding hands. It was quite a day. Bill


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