Michelle, Leslye, and I set out for a shorter than usual walk this morning. Knowing we needed to narrow the usual scope of our walk, we chose to walk the grid, going north first and then walking the east-west streets, working our way to the south. 
Our last stop was The Meeting Place, a small café with excellent coffee quickly discovered by the band upon arrival in Lima yesterday. After seeing the menu (and thoroughly enjoying the chai tea latte I ordered), I made a return trip to pick up lunch for the bus ride; smoked turkey, cheddar, and apple in a spinach wrap, and a strawberry spinach salad with feta and pecans. Mmm.
The bus ride was a little longer than I expected, so I was rushed to get ready for the Ball State TAD. We were taking two quintets and some individual instrumentalists. We trickled down to the lobby, waiting for our ride to the university.
When Jan turned to me to ask if I spoke to Jamey recently, that feeling of helplessness every parent on Tour feels washed over me when she told me shots were fired near Annapolis High School, putting the school in lock-down. Memories of the DC Sniper Tour in 2002 came flooding back. Pulling out my phone, our ride arrived. Not wanting to make a panicked phone call in the car with the band director, I waited until we arrived at the university. I found a place with a signal and called John.
After the performance and masterclass, I found a voice mail from Jamey and a text from John waiting on my phone; Jamey was safe (and hadn’t really realized there was a need for concern), and the story floating among the students was someone shooting at animals in the woods behind the school. I expect a letter will be sent home from school tomorrow, explaining the incident; I’ll know more then, but for now I am content to know he is safe.
Emens Hall was huge – it holds 3200 or so people – and we nearly filled it to capacity, in spite of the competition from the debate. It was nice to know some of the students and faculty from the TAD were in the audience – they were looking forward to hearing Don’s arrangement of a Band Staple, Festive Overture. It was a delightful audience; the first yet to refrain from clapping during Variants on a Medieval Tune. 
They earned an encore, and if we’d had something a little peppier left in the folder other than God of Our Fathers, they might have had two.
The bus ride back to the hotel was the quietest I remember – Lorenzo turned on the debate. Even with the poor reception, everyone peered at the tiny screens or listened quietly. I'm pretty sure I know what most people will watching back in their rooms.
The first full week of Tour is over; the general consensus is if this were last year’s Tour, we would be in the middle of Stand Down.
Our last stop was The Meeting Place, a small café with excellent coffee quickly discovered by the band upon arrival in Lima yesterday. After seeing the menu (and thoroughly enjoying the chai tea latte I ordered), I made a return trip to pick up lunch for the bus ride; smoked turkey, cheddar, and apple in a spinach wrap, and a strawberry spinach salad with feta and pecans. Mmm.The bus ride was a little longer than I expected, so I was rushed to get ready for the Ball State TAD. We were taking two quintets and some individual instrumentalists. We trickled down to the lobby, waiting for our ride to the university.
When Jan turned to me to ask if I spoke to Jamey recently, that feeling of helplessness every parent on Tour feels washed over me when she told me shots were fired near Annapolis High School, putting the school in lock-down. Memories of the DC Sniper Tour in 2002 came flooding back. Pulling out my phone, our ride arrived. Not wanting to make a panicked phone call in the car with the band director, I waited until we arrived at the university. I found a place with a signal and called John.
After the performance and masterclass, I found a voice mail from Jamey and a text from John waiting on my phone; Jamey was safe (and hadn’t really realized there was a need for concern), and the story floating among the students was someone shooting at animals in the woods behind the school. I expect a letter will be sent home from school tomorrow, explaining the incident; I’ll know more then, but for now I am content to know he is safe.
Emens Hall was huge – it holds 3200 or so people – and we nearly filled it to capacity, in spite of the competition from the debate. It was nice to know some of the students and faculty from the TAD were in the audience – they were looking forward to hearing Don’s arrangement of a Band Staple, Festive Overture. It was a delightful audience; the first yet to refrain from clapping during Variants on a Medieval Tune. 
They earned an encore, and if we’d had something a little peppier left in the folder other than God of Our Fathers, they might have had two.The bus ride back to the hotel was the quietest I remember – Lorenzo turned on the debate. Even with the poor reception, everyone peered at the tiny screens or listened quietly. I'm pretty sure I know what most people will watching back in their rooms.
The first full week of Tour is over; the general consensus is if this were last year’s Tour, we would be in the middle of Stand Down.
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