of some fellow band classmates who may not have succeeded in life (I don't know, I didn't keep in touch with these guys). There was a group of about four guys in jazz band a year ahead of me. There were your typical stoners except I don't think they did drugs. They had the long hair, concert t-shirt, vest look going most of the time. They were hilarious guys and I got along great with them, so I don't mean to knock them too much.

Anyway, one day they came to jazz band (which was the first class of the day) carrying a stop sign they had removed from it's location a couple of blocks away. I still remember the band teacher's comment when he saw it and right before he made them put it back, "What is this, the Future Convicts of America Club?"