I’ll never forget my first football halftime show, freshman year with the marching band, fall of 1981. He was in attendance, watching the game from the stands with his high school buddies…
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I’ll never forget my first football halftime show, freshman year with the marching band, fall of 1981. He was in attendance, watching the game from the stands with his high school buddies…
It was one of the easier gigs, something your average party-goer could do, but everyone would rather enjoy themselves and the party. That’s where I come in…
…and though I wasn’t quite sure how my life would turn out, one thing was for sure…
…I was leaving or good.
There’s a reason that some of us live the lives that we do. Take this young gentleman for example…
“…that is not my name,” I replied sternly but carefully, remembering my surroundings and more important, my job.
…the grains of sand in the upper half represent the time that we’re losing with each passing day, hour and moment…