School of HONK is a place I can go, every Sunday afternoon, and without fail, I can dance, sing, laugh, play my trombone, learn, teach, solo and get inspired, all in the space of a couple of hours.
I first saw School of HONK being led across the Davis Square intersection by a group of polka-dot-covered dancers. The second time I saw the band was in the pouring rain of the 2016 HONK! parade. Shortly after the HONK! Festival I had some sad news and I had to return home to the UK where my Dad passed away. Upon returning to Somerville I figured that that polka-dotted, damp group of cheerful looking people might provide a small source of happiness and community during a fairly lonely and sad part of my life. It’s safe to say that my inclination was correct and I am forever thankful to have found such a welcoming, fun, and empowering community to help me through the ebbs and flows of grief. Sundays with School of HONK will forever have a special place in my heart.