Homecoming? Well jeez, I don't feel like I ever left. I feel, no, I am certain all I do these days is drive through the parking lot making drop offs and pick ups...I'm always "coming home". I spend endless hours in a uniform closest and a "green room" coating my hands with hairspray. I spend my Fridays sitting on metal bleachers clapping my hands and singing a fight song. All for a good cause.
That's right folks it is Homecoming at Lindbergh High School. My alma mater. So, after last nights parade in the dark (which was a sad but attempted likeness of a Disney light parade)and a bon fire...I am preparing to fashion my Flyers spirit wear to work, then dashing to the "home" I can't seem to get away from--LHS.
(I promise tomorrow to post a special treat of days gone by.)