Barb Pride

Pride.

It creeps into your words. And then your attitude. And then your bearing.

Subtle at first.  Stronger and more sure as the barren cornfields of DeKalb recede temporarily.

Why are you going to Ireland?

“My son or daughter is marching with his/her high school band in the Saint Patrick’s Day parade in Dublin….”

“We’re a tour group following our high school’s marching band which has come to Ireland to perform.”

“I’m headed to see my kids perform with their high school band at several places including marching in the Saint Paddy’s parade.”

And, the people who ask have been genuinely interested.  From young guys headed to Vegas to revel in March Madness betting to flight crew members to the passenger randomly seated next to a Marching Barbs fan. 

“That’s fantastic …. Have fun…. Enjoy your trip …. Good luck to your group… We hope your children have an amazing time”.

Fantastic for sure. Amazing, no doubt.

Barb Pride