Up on the roof
Guess who’s here?
Last night, we were walking around Wash Park, and looked to our right to see… a roof-top band!
They noticed us taking their picture, and yelled for us to come up.
Yes. They yelled for us to let ourselves in through the front door, go down the hall to the staircase, climb to the attic, and then clamber out the window and up to the roof.
And thanks to my new-found Spiderman climbing skills discovered on Mt. Evans this weekend…
… well. Needless to say, we bonded.
Yes, I played the trumpet. No, I don’t know whose lips have been on that thing. But how could I resist? It was a real live HOOTENANNY.