My little drummer boy

I saw him for the first time in 1984. I was in high school band. It was during class and I was probably causing a disruption (whole other story). He was sitting, with his chair tipped against the wall, under the clock, arms crossed, holding his drum sticks. Eyes so dark that they looked black. Short, dark, thick hair. Wow, I found my tall, dark, handsome prince. I did not know his name, what grade he was in and I did not remember ever seeing him before. Well, it did not take me long to find out his name and that he was a year younger than me. But it did take a while to get him to ask me out (about a year).

Since he was in the percussion section of the band, I quickly decided his pet name would be 'my little drummer boy'. He will try telling you that during the year of me bugging him, that I kicked him and his friends out of their seats on a band trip--I did not. He will say that I pinched his butt--I did not.

Our first date was on my senior band trip. We were at a museum in Chicago. He paid for my ticket to go on a mine ride, I think it was $1. We dated for a year and then broke up for two--he will tell you that I would not talk to him--again not true. I was showing him who was in charge.

Our first-second date was to the movie 'Money Pit'. He will tell you that I would not kiss him goodbye--that is true. I knew then, what I know now, and what I knew when I saw him sitting under the clock--LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT--he just didn't know it in band!

We have been trough alot together---that would be a very long blog to tell about it all--and I still know I would never survive without him. OK, I am sure I would, but I don't want to. And yes even though I think he is near perfect there are things that bug me. After all these years he still can't shut dresser drawers all the way. And sometimes, while he is watching TV, he rubs his toes together and the noise seems to get louder and louder.

At Christmas time when we decorate, some of my little drummer boys are included in the decorations too. This is one special one that always goes out.


Tibby painted this in 1976. He was about 7 years old. See, even back then he knew he would be 'my little drummer boy' (sorry that it is side ways)