My baby came home today after her annual visit to the horn doctor. She’s all clean and shiny, with freshly lubricated slides, lightning fast valves and brand new felts and pads. She’s looking good, feeling fine and sounding better than ever.
The old girl has taken a few knocks over the years from careless kittens, drunken dancers and overzealous flight attendants. She’s worked hard, visited 19 different countries and performed in all kinds of climates and conditions. After 47 years, some of her parts are starting to wear out.
But she’s a classic beauty and I love her.
As a wise man once told me: treat her right and she’ll never do you wrong.