The trumpets came out for the Call to Colors, played by Grandpa, Kiwi, and Mike. In the past there would have been a good deal of bragging, trash-talking, and "warming up" on very high notes prior to the bugle call. This year the players griped about valve oil and sticky valves, and opted to conserve their lips. The Fine Musician music was quickly found after that and they played some kickin' Christmas music and a little Alexander's Ragtime Band (which would have been really good with a trombone).
At the flag lowering, I played Taps on a trumpet (with all 3 valves down).
Big thanks to Grandma who stayed home with sleeping Ben.