Glenn Miller

One more stop on the Iowa road trip was an evening at the Glenn Miller Museum. What a beautiful building, inside and outside.  I was in ninth grade when I really became award of Glenn Miller's music and his unique sounds. We watched an hour long movie in the theater at the museum with clips of Glenn's life that are not seen anywhere else and followed his story from childhood to his death. I ended up liking him even more after learning so much about him.

The director of the museum was gracious and helpful and friendly. He was putting up some twinkle lights in one area that was being converted for the evening for a surprise date. One of the young men who volunteers at the museum had asked if he could bring his prom date there for a surprise picnic supper before the prom, so they made room in one cubicle for a table and two chairs. The young man brought a nice tablecloth and his guitar and amp and was going to play his own songs for her during the meal and then he was going to serenade her with his newest song for her. He borrowed his uncle's BMW to pick her up and treat her like a princess. We met the young man while he was preparing the area and we both sighed audibly as we exclaimed that we know the girl will be thrilled with the way he planned every detail. He made three large flowers out of duct tape and then painted them, then took those flowers to the florist shop for them to make a small table arrangement around his flowers. We asked what the food would be in the picnic basket and he replied "steak and pineapple". It was an added bonus for my friend Shirley and me to be in on the surprise. Doesn't that sound romantic?