On Saturday before Mother’s Day, we spent a lovely afternoon in Atlanta. About 3 o’clock we loaded a set of proud grandparents, two little brothers, a set of proud parents, and of course Trey and his trumpet into the minivan and headed off to Trey’s final band concert of the year at Kennesaw College auditorium. The other set of proud grandparents came in a separate car. We then stood in the cool lobby with about 500 other people waiting for the doors to open at 4:30. We had to have the band members there at 3:30 to practice one last time. The rest of us ambled into the art gallery and admired the drawings and sculpture, then luckily found a seat along the lobby wall before the crowd packed in.
At 4:30 sharp we filed into the auditorium and saw the stage packed with dignified sixth graders in black pants and white shirts. The director stood in front of them, waving her baton, to warm the group up for the performance. It always amazes me how much music children can learn to play in one year. The large group did a masterful job. We then milled about outside and listened to the Riverwood High School Jazz Band for a while as the breeze blew and children ran here and there. We’ve always been fans of music programs and are happy to see the grandchildren involved in them.
Back in the van, ice cream sounded like a great idea, so Calvin consulted his smart phone, which obligingly led us directly to Baskins and Robbins. Surprisingly enough, the famous ice cream store was right in the building with Dunkin’ Donuts. All the boys wanted one of each, of course; everyone needs a donut to complement his ice cream. We told them they had to choose one or the other, so we all hit the ice cream line.
Now Baskins and Robbins boasts more than a thousand flavors. The name is synonymous with variety. That and flavor are their claim to fame.
“I’ll have two scoops of black walnut,” I told the clerk, standing there with the scoop in his hand.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he replied. “We’re out of that flavor.”
“Well, how about butter pecan?”
“I’m sorry,” he replied. “We’re out of that one, too.”
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