There's no place like home...

There isn't a nicer place to be in all of America than a Chatham Band Concert on Friday night. It's a kind of Leave it to Beaver perfect moment that is almost surreal. I've been coming for 28 years (my first concert was spent inside mom's womb -ew). And I still sing my heart out to every show tune, my mouth full of candy, balloon and glow stick tied to each wrist. All captured under trees and stars and bandstand lights, surrounded with white picket fences and children who know that the hokey pokey is what it's all about.