The Salvation Army is having a brass band concert next week near here, in Garden City.  They were looking for brass players, so (*gulp*) I volunteered.

I haven't played since 1979.  That's thirty years.

I borrowed an instrument from my daughter, Sweetie (a trombone performance major at the University of Michigan), who was kind enough to bring it over to me yesterday.  It's my old King Silver Sonic jazz trombone.

To my surprise, I could still play!  I could read the music, translate that into actual sounds, etc.  But there were a couple of problems.  First, I don't have the breath I used to.  I lost 60% of my right lung in the aftermath of that accident I had in 2004.  And second, my eyes have gotten so bad that I can hardly see the music.

But I shall give it my very best.  We practice once, and only once before the concert.  That's tomorrow.

Wish me luck ...