What in the world possessed me to put that in there? Must’ve been one of the last to go in when I was running out of ideas, and desperate to just finish the thing off!
I immediately think of my son when I hear drums, see drum paraphernalia, etc. He’s the drummer in the family. This morning as I drove home from the grocery I heard a lone stick rolling around the back of my car – it’s been there a while, but I only just identified it with certainty. I used always to have sticks on the floor – at least one pair, sometimes two. Back when I drove him to drum lessons weekly. When he began to drive himself, they disappeared – I’m not sure when, and I usually don’t miss them. But as is everything so far this summer, little things are fraught with nostalgia as I prepare to let my little bird fly the nest. And today I miss drumsticks on the floor of my car. I don’t want to remove the lone stick in my trunk. I will miss seeing singles and pairs sitting on the kitchen counter or table. And when I hear the battery of our high school marching band come fall, I will miss seeing him take the field with his mates.
This is the snare on his drum kit, with his Vic Firth 5B sticks – I don’t know much about what he does, but I know 5Bs are his favorite.