Stepping out in style

In high school, I was one of the dweebs who loved marching band.  Our band leader, Mr. Croghan, had just come from Murray State University, and was really down with very intricate marching sequences, pinwheels, interesting formations, weaving in and out, wearing white spats so our high-stepping footwork would show off to best advantage.  In fact, you had to try out for marching band in those days and we were known as the Marching One Hundred.  All the music was memorized so we didn't have ugly lyres attached to our instruments, or pages flapping in the wind.  Our practices began in the early dawn before school, rain or shine, every day of the week.  Everyone kept a pair of ratty old marching practice shoes in an unused hallway near the bandroom, and those shoes had to be thrown away at the end of the season.  They were caked with grass, leaves, and mud, and were sopping wet at the end of each practice.  It was best to hold your breath as long as possible when retrieving those shoes before practice. 

Emily sent me this music video, which I just loved.