"One time, at band camp..."

My dear friend called yesterday asking if I might have a music stand her grandson could borrow for band camp. Knowing my pack-rat tendencies, she thought I might have one since my daughter was in junior high band ten years ago. Sadly, I do have one, even sadder, I can’t find it. It is probably somewhere in the, as yet untouched, hall closet. If I had only cleaned out the closet weeks (months?) ago when I said I would I could have made a junior high band student a (pun intended) happy camper.