My brother and I were the best of friends when we were in elementary school in Burbank during the mid 1960s. But that changed after I started Muir Middle School and went on to Burbank High School in the '70s. We barely saw one another, even though the doors to our rooms were 12 feet apart.
Little did I know that while I was getting involved with the high school drill team, he had joined a boys' marching band in town. One day a friend called looking for my brother and my mother said he was on a band trip in Minnesota with the Burbank Police Boys Band. When he returned, he was bubbling over with excitement about the adventures they had had.
After I started driving, I took him to band practice on Monday nights and sometimes stayed to listen. I felt right at home because the band director was Bill Kuzma, the director of the high school band. The mutual love of marching music had brought my brother and I back together.