Then there was my plan. Our kids, who by this time were 22 and 25, had never played in their dad's bands since we lived in a different district. I arranged with the assistant to get music for them, and for the final piece they came out to play - trumpet and percussion. There were a few tears from Dad then. I had sent out letters to the small towns' papers where he had taught asking for thank yous from the kids to be mailed ahead of time. I put them in a notebook and as another surprise had two of his first "kids" come on stage to deliver the letters. Afterwards we had cake and punch. It was a great end to a great career.