As early as 5 years old I would sit on the corner of the bandstand, looking up at every trumpet player that played at every Italian "Football-Wedding" my family attended (it's too lengthy to explain "Football-wedding), ....O.K... the sandwiches that were piled on the table in paper bags would be thrown from one table/person to another upon requests like, "CAPICOLLA! BOLOGNA!". Anyway, while my cousins were running around like maniacs, I would stare up at the trumpet player for every set. When the opportunity came in 7th grade to play an instrument there was no question about my choice. I consider Trumpet my first love. But I haven't been a very faithful mate.