Not exactly a dream

I woke up briefly this morning, and what I remembered wasn't exactly a dream, it was just this:
My daddy was a prominent frogman
My mama was a Navy SEAL
And I was born one dark grey morn
With water pourin' past my heels
Past my heels
They call me Baby Diver
And once upon a pair of fins
Hit the water, I'm go-o-one!
What's my number?
I wonder how your scuba gear feels...

Another Sousa day come and gone

As I mentioned last year, in the life of a band musician, Fourth of July is Sousa-till-your-lips-fall-off Day. And indeed, a 4th of July was had by all.
( and now the details, almost as long as the parades )