My Mailman Used "To Dance and Blow"

Talked with the mailman today. The very same aloof, blood-shot-eyed, well-meaning guy who lost a month's worth of my mail last April when I was out of the country. We've sinced patched things up and are cordial to each other. So, today he knocks on the door to give me a package. (Imposter ink cartridges that are about 1/3 the cost of the ones Epson makes.) Anyway, he's commented before on the numerous guitars and keyboards that are commonly strewn about the house as a couple musicians live here, myself not included.

So, he gives me the ink and says out of nowhere, "So, what, you play the drums or something?" I was thrown by the question, but soon realized that he was referring to the musically inclined folks. "What, the sythesizer then?" he continued.
"Uh, no, I don't really play anything." I started to creep back into the doorway.
"I used to blow you know, " he says proudly.
"Uh... like horns or..."
"I went to Grambling, yeah I used to play all kinds of brass."
I catch on. "Wow, sweet, you played in the Grambling band. That's sweet. They're like one of the most famous marching bands, right?"
At this point he got really excited and stopped sorting the mail meant for my upstairs and downstairs neighbors. "Aw, hell yeah. We used to dance and blow like nobody's business. We had a good time."
"Yeah I bet," I said running out of things to say but still surprised and genuinely impressed.
"Yeah, I just bought a new saxophone and they got those CDs now that come with the books so you can listen to what's in the books. I'm gonna start playing again. It's not that hard, ya know?" He said slowly retreating out of the entryway, seemingly forgetting about the rest of the mail.
I try to cap things off. "I guess since I can't play anything I'll have to start figuring out how to sing."
"Yeah, let it flow."

And with that, he hopped down the stoop to his little mailcart and scooted to the next house. Hmm, I thought, everyone has a story to tell. For the most part I'm glad to hear them, too. I never would have guessed a Grambling Marching Tiger was working every day to deliver my mail through rain, sleet, snow, and hail. Unless I'm in China, then he just throws it away. Nonetheless, he's a pretty cool guy. Even if his breakfast consists mainly of pot.

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