You Have No Idea
Several ‘guardlings’, as I affectionately call my color guard girls, said to me the other day - "You have no idea." But I think I do have an idea. Maybe. I remember being shoulder tapped by Cathy Umlauf as a sophomore in high school, asking if I would be interested in trying out for Drum Major. At this point in my life, I felt gawky, awkward, unnoticed, insignificant, stupid. Me? I looked at her to be sure she was looking at → Read more