Day 292, August 10
Listening to: Don’t You Forget About Me
Thought for the day: I find it interesting that radio plays “Don’t You Forget About Me” as much today as they did in 1985.

Behold! This is the spooky, yet useful, McGavock Band attic. I love this place. There is crap stored here from my days in band. This is also where old trophies go to retire. The more prestigious trophies get to live in the high-rent district, also known as the band room. If you’re a reeeeaaaalllly special trophy, you get to collect dust in the director’s office. Truth is, there’s no where to display so many awards. I’m sure we’re not the only band facing this dilemma. We are a trophy CRAZY society. These days, bands get trophies just for showing up to a competition. It’s too bad that something more useful, like scholarship money, isn’t given as awards versus a chunk of plastic made to look gold.

This photo doesn’t do the trophy graveyard justice. There are over 100 trophies with some dating back to my dinosaur days. If you’re reading this diatribe and you are a Mc-alumni what do you think? Should we leave them in peace for the next generation, auction them off to alumni, or find a way to display more of them? At least no one chunked them!