How many more miles?How many more minutes?
How many more mess-ups?
How many more moments?
How many more mimbulus mimbletonia?
(This silly little “poem” was inspired by Vi, who asked several times during today’s mandatory 20-minute trombone practice session: “How many more minutes?” It reminded me of childhood family trips to Michigan to visit my paternal grandparents—our repetitious, sing-song refrain was: “How many more miiiiiilllles?”)
