Another Sunday, another band show. This was a tough one. First, it was in Brentwood, coinciding AGAIN with Central American Day, meaning it was wall to wall people and cars waving mostly Salvadoran flags, jamming up traffic. Got there just in time Teenager’s show. Had to leave immediately to go do other things. Show was okay but it wasn’t the kids best—they’d just added a major element to the show the day before and it was obvious. But they worked hard.
Getting out of Brentwood was tougher than getting in but on my way out, I got a call from Teenager, frantic, asking if I was still there. I was jammed in traffic. The bus driver, who was supposed to remain at the field, had decided to enjoy Central American Day festivities, and left with the kids’ stuff, including their money (She didn’t steal it, just left the field with all their stuff, returning much later.) Kids with inhalers or other medicines were particularly upset. Everyone survived but it was a cranky, cranky day.
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