Photo by Mary Vee As a high school sophomore, playing flute in the marching band brought more enjoyment than any other class. We were outside. We had awesome uniforms. We laughed and showed off. Great times. In the back of the auditorium and behind the curtain was a shelf for us to store our instruments. Seconds before needing to be out on the field one day, I went to the shelf and saw an empty space where my flute belonged. You probably can guess what happened next. My parents and teacher reported the theft to the police. The insurance didn't cover the replacement. My parents had to scrape together funds to buy me a new one....actually it was a new used one. And the purpose of this trip down memory lane was.... Last week chefy daughter called. So distressed. Barely able to get the words out of her mouth. She'd stopped by her locker and found the padlock broken. She opened the door and found her uniform, required culinary shoes, textbook...and no knives. ...
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