The Loop
The Loop
“The whole of Main Street was jammed with cows, cars and children about to bludgeon each other with musical instruments. Overhead, two young men, precariously perched on ladders, were trying to hang strings of colored flags from one side of the street to the other. The town was getting ready for the annual fair and rodeo.
Eleanor Calder stood in the doorway of Iverson’s grocery store and watched. All along the street others were doing the same.
The high school band had been practicing all morning and now, marching in the street in the glare of the noon sun, tempers had started to frazzle. They were supposed to be playing ‘Seventy-six Trombones’, which was probably someone’s idea of a joke for there was only one trombonist among them and even his survival was now in doubt because a cornet player, a girl twice his size, had just threatened to waste him if he poked her one more time in the back. Ignoring the shrill pleas of Nancy Schaeffer, their distraught teacher, everyone in the band w...as taking sides and screaming at each other while the cattle streamed like philistines around them.MoreLess
Eleanor Calder stood in the doorway of Iverson’s grocery store and watched. All along the street others were doing the same.
The high school band had been practicing all morning and now, marching in the street in the glare of the noon sun, tempers had started to frazzle. They were supposed to be playing ‘Seventy-six Trombones’, which was probably someone’s idea of a joke for there was only one trombonist among them and even his survival was now in doubt because a cornet player, a girl twice his size, had just threatened to waste him if he poked her one more time in the back. Ignoring the shrill pleas of Nancy Schaeffer, their distraught teacher, everyone in the band w...as taking sides and screaming at each other while the cattle streamed like philistines around them.MoreLess
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