The Chicago trip is going fine. This morning Arnica, his keeper, and his pet, all woke up early and ventured to neighborhood that was holding a forth of July parade. The parade was fun—lots of marching bands. Arnica struck up a conversation with the elderly woman whose lawn Arnica was using as a parade viewing station. In the course of the conversation, it was brought up that Arnica used to play trombone in a former life. The conversation went something like this:
Old Lady: Oh, you play the trombone?
Arnica: No, Arnica used to.
OL: That is nice. I still have the mouth piece of the trombone my son used to play. I use it as a paper weight. It is quite heavy.
A: Yes, they are.
A: Did you say something?
OL: Hmm? No.
A: Oh... So, what became of the trombone.
OL: What trombone?
A: The trombone you said your son played—the one whose mouth piece you use as a paper weight?
OL: Oh, that.
A: Yes, that. What became of that trombone?
OL: We had to get rid of it. it was getting rusty.
A: So, you had a rusty trombone.
OL: Yes. Had to get rid of it.
A: Tee hee.
OL: What's so funny.
A: Oh, nothing.
Happy Independence Day