So Jacob has taken to saxophone like weeds have taken to my garden. And weeds really are the appropriate metaphor here. Growing up around me in the form of musical notes is, I kid you not, argh, can I even bring myself to type it? the USC fight song pouring forth from Jacob's brand new sax. I had completely forgotten that our high school uses that song as its own fight song and now that Jacob is joining the marching band, he must not only learn to play it, but must play it regularly, with passion, enthusiastic for its nails-to-the-blackboard tones.
Calling all Bruins - come to my aid! What should I do to protect myself from noise-pollution over the next three years?