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  1. Peggy Heinkel-Wolfe on December 4, 2010 at 5:27 pm

    When I was attending North Texas State University School of Music, my parents came for a visit. They listened to a rehearsal of the wind ensemble, where we were preparing for a concert at the annual Texas Music Educators Association conference (which, in Texas, by the way, is a religious pilgrimage.)

    At one point in the rehearsal, our band director, the late Robert Winslow, invited the school’s trumpet choir to join us for the final movement of an arrangement of Pictures at an Exhibition — because, in Texas, we know that anything worth doing is worth overdoing.

    My dad said that prior to the downbeat there was so much chaos in the room he was skeptical of Dr. Winslow’s grand vision. And then the baton went down and the sound came out and it was the most glorious thing he’d ever heard.

    This little ditty would be the opposite of that memorable day.

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