At last weekend’s parade, an elderly lady came dancing up to me.

“What IS this? Who ARE you people?”

“We’re the School of HONK!” I smiled back.

“Oh! And what, or where, is ‘Honk’?” she asked, curiously.

I paused a moment.

“The School of HONK isn’t a thing or a place,” I replied. “It’s a way of life.”