Officially I am out of the closet. I adore pocket trumpets. In 1978, I traded a standard Bach ML Strad for an XL Benge pocket. Result? I never looked back. Now...there is a lie. One 2010 summer night, I did plenty looking back in the form of one hot little pocket named Rugeri being toted in the right hand of an equally hot little number named Mary Beth. (Aside: Gentlemen, have you occasioned to smell Estee Lauder Beautiful on a hot little number named Mary Beth? Wow.) Smugness gripped my face as I plugged my Parduba #5 in the Rugeri's receiver and cautioned Mary Beth to hold the music stand in place since my powerful blast might topple it. Topple it? Yeah...right. I could not so much as waver a dog-eared Photostat of Clarke's Technical Studies, Etude V. Never before had I encountered such resistance in a trumpet...pocket or standard. Consequently I asked Mary Beth what she stuffed in the bell. Her response? She politely stuck her petite nose in the air and informed me she was not in the habit of "stuffing things" in her bell. Fine. Being a gentleman, I took her at her word. Regardless, do yourself a favor. If you see a Rugeri pocket waltzing down the street, cross to the other side. Hmm...well...on second thought...maybe I am being a bit harsh on Chinese products. How? Good grief. Have you seen Li Bing Bing?