It’s ALL “Yessie”on Flute (I never realized how GREAT of a player she really was), because her personality, or lack thereof, always got in the way for me… . .

@@Chihuahuauno1 She was disgruntled, an attitude I both quickly understood, unwilingly adopted and it wore me down. I've performed next to her and she's a great player. Great Marine too.

I couldn’t agree more, on BOTH accounts, looking back now, she REALLY WAS! I hope she is well, happy, and ALL of her dreams have come true!

Where Never a Lark or Eagle Flew by James Curnow. Here is the accompanying poem for it...High Flight by John Gillespie Magee, Jr Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there, I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air . . . Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew - And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

THANK YOU DEVIL, I was the Euphonium player that day…many-many moons ago… . .