I always wanted to play trumpet, ever since I heard Moonlight Serenade on my father's Blaupunkt radio while he drove home ward on that long snowy highway north. A few days later I stood mesmerized at a little music shop window, staring down at the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The shop was a few steps south of Dad's TV repair business on Main Street. He had bought the old building some years earlier; had a tenant and her family, Mrs. Waugh, on the second floor. So, with hard earned honest dollars from fixing folks' electronic stuff, Dad scratched out a living to support our family of seven kids, Momma and Great Aunt Nell, a real life nanny.