I loved the mix of industrial hard lines and the old building facades in the main train station. Aside from the Glasgow Green, where the Worlds were held, and our accommodation at the university student apartments, this was all I saw of the city of Glasgow. From what I have heard, I didn't miss much. But the train station was simply lovely.
Glasgow must be a city devoid of common sense. My memory fails me now, but signs of caution were posted everywhere reminding you of things that are generally a given, such as "no hot ashes" in the garbage bins.
This is just after Triumph Street played the morning qualifier and are marching off the field. My brother is the second back on the left and one of his best friends from Utah, Ross, who has been there since the beginning, is on the right. It was incredible to get to see them do this together. They have been through so much.
Me (far right) and my family, proudly toting our band t-shirts. My dad didn't make it, so his cardboard head cut-out counterpart stood in for him on this trip. Dad, I hope you aren't reading this, because there is a surprise coming your way and I may have just sort-of ruined it.
I loved the mix of industrial hard lines and the old building facades in the main train station. Aside from the Glasgow Green, where the Worlds were held, and our accommodation at the university student apartments, this was all I saw of the city of Glasgow. From what I have heard, I didn't miss much. But the train station was simply lovely.
Glasgow must be a city devoid of common sense. My memory fails me now, but signs of caution were posted everywhere reminding you of things that are generally a given, such as "no hot ashes" in the garbage bins.
This is just after Triumph Street played the morning qualifier and are marching off the field. My brother is the second back on the left and one of his best friends from Utah, Ross, who has been there since the beginning, is on the right. It was incredible to get to see them do this together. They have been through so much.
Me (far right) and my family, proudly toting our band t-shirts. My dad didn't make it, so his cardboard head cut-out counterpart stood in for him on this trip. Dad, I hope you aren't reading this, because there is a surprise coming your way and I may have just sort-of ruined it.
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