Facing the light

All my life I had dreamed of such an evening—and here it was, at last. The long summer day was ending and the silver cornet band, a re-creation of an old music group from the early 1900s, was warming up in the beautiful park’s outdoor band shell. We had bought special tickets weeks before, since listening to a brass band had been a great pleasure for both of us at one time. By now we were suffering the effects of our alcoholism, but we were still “OK.” We might have a few bad days now and then, but hey, we were going to be all right.