This last Tuesday on the way back from a music festival in Canada I was provided with the gift of a song from the back of the bus: "99 bottles of beer on the wall..." I was in shock. In all my time at Eisenhower no band had ever sang that. I turned around in my position at the front of the bus to observe a whole bus load of smiling faces. It was obvious that their choral choice had come right out of the first chapter of my book. They got me good.
I got them to stop singing by yelling, "OK, who hid the duct tape!"
The laughter felt good as did the Gold certificate they received from the judges at that festival.
I got them to stop singing by yelling, "OK, who hid the duct tape!"
The laughter felt good as did the Gold certificate they received from the judges at that festival.
