I was a band geek. From 1989-1993 I was in color guard, winter guard, field band, parade band, concert band, and drum circuit. I started in color guard, however, I blew out my knees my freshman year, and from then on my participation was sporadically based on whether my knees could handle turns, jumps, and “jazz” runs. Through it all, Chuck was our coach. He smiled, laughed, yelled, got frustrated, but was always respectful, caring, and pushed us to do our best. He showed us how.
My tribute at his obituary site:
Chuck was my coach on and off for 4 years. He arrived for his first year at La Canada High School my freshman year. When I blew out my knees and could participate in Color Guard anymore, he was kind and caring. He pushed me when he felt I wasn’t giving my best. He was patient when I didn’t understand something. And when I faked a particular move for the *entire* season because I just didn’t get it – he didn’t say a word. I trusted and respected him as a teacher. I’m so sorry for your loss.
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