Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
tis the season
Sunday, November 13, 2011
THEY DID IT
Grandson Dillon photographs his medallion. A win that finally comes his senior year. Granddaughter Beth, with two more years in the band, was seen crying when the camera panned in at the announcement. Grandson Ryan, now in college, celebrates the victory for his siblings and "his" band. It is not just a victory for the performers but for anyone who has ever been a member of the BROKEN ARROW PRIDE. It is also tremendous victory for all the parents and family members who have supported this effort.
(I haven't talked to their dad yet, who chaperoned again this year, but I know that is because he hasn't stopped crying yet.)
BROKEN ARROW PRIDE FINALE 2011
The Broken Arrow Pride last won the championship in 2006.